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chatterbox-73 · 8 months ago

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Kinktober 2024.

Day 8 - Overstimulation.

Kakashi Hatake x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for Kinktober, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for Kinktober and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

A/N: this is another edited report…

Also this is a second part to this one-shot.

Summary: After spending so much time together acting as newlyweds of a mission, you and Kakashi fall for each other and in a moment of confidence Kakashi confesses his feelings for you.

Word count: 2.2k

CW: NSFW and adult content, fluff, unprotected sex, oral (f!giving and receiving), fingering, squirting, crying, biting/bite marks, hickeys, bruises, overstimulation, rough sex, slight mention of public sex and slight mention of nosebleed.

Kakashi pressed his clothes member on the side of your face, “let’s make this worth it” he hummed and slipped his sweatpants down his hip, while pulling his shirt up and holding it between his teeth as he held your chin in place, you licked the underside of his shaft and kissed down towards his base, you moaned and licked over his sack, “it’s so tasty” you moaned against his heavy testicles, Kakashi huffed and grabbed a fist full of your hair, “oh shit… that tickles, but you’re gonna have to start sucking” he pulled back before holding your mouth open and slipping his tip between your lips, Kakashi pressed in closer and closer until he was reaching the back of your throat, he gave you a moment to relax and get use to him, but once you moaned around him, he took it as a sign to start thrusting his hips.

It was always so satisfying with kakashi, he’d prioritise your pleasure over his own, though you did get the impression that he greatly enjoyed pleasing his partners, however it was nice finally getting to focus on him, on making him feel good and truly satisfied.

It was like pulling teeth though, convincing him to allow you to focus on his pleasure, however you were able to use the excuse that this was the last time Kakashi would have you as the mission was over, and after much debate and wrapping yourself around him, you were finally able to make him agree.

Kakashi grunted as he looked down at you, his eyes narrowed and heavy with lust, he bit his lower lip, scrunched up his nose and furrowed his brow, “I shouldn’t have waited this long, I was worried you wouldn’t like it” Kakashi grunted and brushed a hand over your head, “you’re so good at this, for it being the first you use that pretty mouth for something over then arguing with me” he chuckled and you reached up, grabbing his butt with both hands and digging your nails in, you hummed around him and he grunted, hips shuttering and head rolling back as you felt his cum spurt into your back of your mouth.

“You looked so cute with a full mouth��” kakashi chuckles as he leant down and cupped your cheeks, before kissing you and lifting you up onto the bed, “I wanna see you on hands and knees” he hummed and watched to turn over.

You sat on the bed watching Kakashi apply concealer to his scar, both you and Kakashi were getting ready to head back to the hidden leaf village. the mission had been pretty easy in the grand scheme of things, however the hardest part, if you were being honest…

…Was keeping both your body’s apart long enough to actually get the mission done…

The constant sex was helpful in selling the newlywed image, although it got to the point were it was like clockwork, after every meal, disagreement, during and after showering or even when you were both out running errands, however after this morning’s moment of delight, both you and Kakashi agreed that was the last time. You don’t particularly feel upset about stopping sex with Kakashi, however you will miss his the company. “Ready to leave?” Kakashi asked now full in his disguise, “yeah let’s go” you smiled as you walk to the door.

The trip back to the village seemed quicker then when you left at the beginning of your mission, and before you knew it you were back in the village, both you and Kakashi, or rather Sara and Ryusei Ito passed your Fake IDs over to the gatekeepers, after the all clear you and Kakashi agreed to meet with Lady Tsunade after a quick shower. Soon enough you were both standing in the hokage’s office, you both handed Lady Tsunade the items she requested and the mission reports, “you both took longer then I expected you would, why’s that?” Lady Tsunade asked while examining Kakashi mission report. “We hit a few small bumps, here and there” Kakashi smirked under his mask, ‘he better not tell her everything’ you think as you side eye him…

You didn’t care if lady Tsunade knew of your and Kakashi’s minor affair during the mission, and it was fine for shizune to know, you’d be telling her everything in detail later on anyway. However the same couldn’t be said about the youngest in the room, lady Tsunade and Kakashi’s student, Sakura…

“And they were?” Lady hokage questioned and before Kakashi could answer, you spoke up, “the weather… it rained more then expected and we didn’t want our disguises to be compromised.” You breath out, “understandable” lady Tsunade answered and when back to reading. After Lady Tsunade finished reading both mission reports and looked over all the items, once seeing everything was there and in good condition she let you go, “alright, you both did really well, you both have a couple days off” she gestured for both of you to leave. Once stepping out of the room, you heard Kakashi chuckle “what are you laughing at?” You said feeling your cheeks heat up. “The weather” Kakashi shook his head and looked in your direction, “well what did you want me to say, hot steamy sex was the problem” you began to walk and Kakashi set after you, “actually I was going to say, you had back cramps for the first few days” you heard Kakashi’s smirk behind his words. “Only because of you” you snapped back, “at least it’s the truth… well not the full truth, but still more true then ‘the weather’.” Kakashi stepped in front of you and leaned down to eye level, “I’m not playing into this” you walked off and Kakashi followed after you.

The walk home was peaceful, you and Kakashi unconsciously took the scenic route, it was mostly silent, just leaving you with your thoughts. You thought about how you’d gotten so used to being around Kakashi and in all that time you both really did feel like a newlywed couple. ‘It’d be a waste if you didn’t at least try to make things work with Kakashi, he had made himself a comfortable spot in your heart’ your heart leaps at the thought but your brain quickly brought you back to reality, ‘you and Kakashi can’t be anything but a memory now, you made an agreement, despite how he makes your day feel brighter’.

Your mind and heart remained in warfare until you reached the apartment complex. Both you and Kakashi live here, and funnily enough you both live on the same floor and on either side of Gei’s apartment. “Well have a good couple of days off” Kakashi smiled and opened his door, but before he could go in you stopped him. “Wait there for a second” you ran into your apartment and grabbed your bottle of shampoo and the pair of fluffy bed socks on the kitchen counter, and back into the hallway. “These are yours…” you pass him the bed socks, “…and can you loosen this, you tighten it too much this morning” you asked holding out the shampoo bottle, while looking at your feet in embarrassment. “Sure” Kakashi chuckled and he loosened the bottle’s lid, “umm… did you want to come in for some tea?” Kakashi asked and you nodded.

You sat at the table with Kakashi drinking tea and talking, “it’s going to be so weird living on my own again” you smile and Kakashi nodded in agreement, “it’s going to be quite lonely without you reading with me” he looked at his cup fondly. “Yeah, I’ll probably miss cooking with someone, you really are so good at it” you smile fondly at your cup as well, “you’ll miss me?” Kakashi looked up at you in surprise “I’m not as cold hearted and unloving at those guy make me out to be” you say referring to the few guys in the hidden leaf village that have tried to ask you out but got turned down and started calling you names because of it. “I know that… it’s just that I…” Kakashi looked at you and suddenly looked away once making eye contact, “you what?” You feel your heart beat fasten, Kakashi stayed silent for quite some time “I think I… ummm… am in love with you” his top lip quivered and your eyes widened.

Kakashi slipped into a rant about how he could get over you, given some time apart, you on the other hand, couldn’t say anything, your mouth just wouldn’t move. You stood to your feet “I understand you want to leave but can we talk about this?” Kakashi asked almost desperately, but when you didn’t sit he quickly stood and moved in front of you, “please hear me out” he begged and grabbed your shoulders. “You love me?” You finally spoke, mind finally comprehending Kakashi’s words, “yes, now please ca-“ Kakashi confirmed but he couldn’t finish talking, because you beamed and wrapped your arms around his neck, “you love me!” You hugged the slightly confused man, “Kakashi, I love you too” you pulled away and light kissed him. Kakashi smiled and pulling you back in, kissing you deeply.

Laying on Kakashi bed, fingers digging into Kakashi hair, trying to push his head away as he softly sucked on your swollen bud while his fingers massaged your g-spot. “Stop, it’s too much… please I need a break” your begs fell on deaf ears, as his tongue licked your clit and soon enough you were cumming again and Kakashi finally pulled away.

“What was that four?” Kakashi questioned with a smile, “y-yes” you whimpered and he chuckled, the man leaned over you and began rubbing his anger tip through your dripping folds. You whined out a ‘no’ and Kakashi hand cupped your face, “don’t worry I’ll be gentle, I want to savour my meal” as he finished speaking his tip slipped in, his throbbing member slowly stretched you. Your walls squeezed Kakashi tight as he filled you, he smirked at you as his tip bumped your cervix and there it was, you reached your peak again. Kakashi didn’t even give you a minute to come down from your high as he began thrusting in you, his thrusts were deep, slow and strong, they made the bed rock into the wall and your breast to bounce with every thrust. Kakashi hands tightly gripped your hips as his face was buried between you breast, and your hands gripped his back. Every time your nails dug into Kakashi skin he’d growl and roughly bite your breasts, which would cause you to dig your nails in harder and squeezed tighter around him. Kakashi move his face into the crook of your neck, “I love you” he grunted his hands tightening their grip on your hips, “you’re mine” he choked. You grasped as you release came seemingly out of nowhere, Kakashi pulled back and looked down at the large wet patch under your ass. “Do it again… I wanna see it” he commanded, “do what?” Your voice trembled. Kakashi click his teeth and began quickly rubbing rough circles on your clit. Kakashi changed his slow pace to a much faster one, he still kept it deep and strong he just increased the speed a lot. Kakashi’s other hand held your waist, lifting your ass off the bed as your legs sat bent over his shoulders, giving him way more control over his thrust.

This time you could feel your release building in you lower stomach, it was tight and it was a feeling you’d never felt before, tears welled up in your eyes and lips quivered as you beg him to stop. You were almost afraid to release all this built up tension, so you squeezed around Kakashi trying to hold it in. Kakashi let out a deep moan that bounced off the walls and shook your insides, “let it go baby” his voice was gentle and his eyes pleaded with yours as tears slipped past your eyes.

That was enough for you to let go, and you felt all that built up tension in the lower stomach gush out of you as your hands gripped Kakashi thighs and your legs shook. the man above you watched you unravel, mouth opening into a silent scream as drool sat at the corners of your lips, tear still running down your cheeks, eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back face; neck; shoulders and chest flushed. Bite marks, hickeys and bruised covered your body, Kakashi watched your juices squirt over his lower abdomen, he pushed himself deep inside of you as his cock twitched and he unloaded himself into you, you whimper at the feeling. Kakashi panted and carefully lowered your legs, still inside of you he leaned forward and cupped your face in his hands, his thumbs wiped away any drool or tears. “I love you Kakashi” you whispered and your eyes fluttered shut as exhaustion took over your spent body.

You wake up to the sound of a giggling, and find yourself on Kakashi strong chest, both your naked bodies covered by fresh sheets, you looked up from you placed on Kakashi chest as you see him reading his indecent book, looking closely at his face to see a bloodied twisted up piece of tissue up his nose, you let out a giggle which catches his attention. “You pervert” you smiled, Kakashi chuckled and gently rubbed your head with his free hand. “I’m your pervert now” you nodded at his statement and close your eyes happily, allowing sleep to over come you again.

Kinktober Masterlist

Day 7 - Tetsurou Kuroo: Just sit here.

Day 9 - Katsuki Bakugo: Deep throating.

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jasminerva · 6 months ago

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skdy 194: tachypsychia

Basically being "in the zone" in terms of sports - or that spurt of adrenaline or fear that causes things to slow down. Research suggests it's induced by a combination of high levels of dopamine (mood/movement/learning/focus/attention) and norepinephrine (adrenaline). That could lead to heart, blood vessel, and kidney damage - explaining Shin's nosebleed.

We all know pushing your body to its limits is a no-no, but using your brain to do it? A BIG no-no. Shin gained a new power but at a huge cost.

Suzuki through Nagumo did warn us - he's always saying things and showing up when they need it lmao. The ultimate plot device / foreshadower. So this isn't the last time Shin will be driven into a corner. Physically, we know he's at his limit (as confirmed by Kindaka), so all he has left is a gambit move that kills him.

But anywho, too much tachypsychia can probably lead to a mental and physical breakdown. Mental first most likely (seeing how Shin is already in such a fragile state).

This post by @uzurions is highly possible because high d&n can cause hallucinations and psychosis.

Either or is hella emotional.

If Sakamoto is actually there, Shin will be left with so much guilt. He totally could've killed Tenkyu, a literal innocent (in the head), but Sakamoto would be there to tell him he did it for their family (it'd still haunt Shin forever though).

But if it was all in his head? Sakamoto acting like a conscience would be beautiful too. Shin does have it in him to stop himself, but the fact that he went that far...

Either way, I assume tachypsychia can also numb someone. Major flight or fight kinda thing. So it's not Shin's natural affinity to be a cold ruthless killer, but every time he forces that switch in his brain, the easier it'll get.

So basically NO SHIN BABY BOY IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT!

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Like I just wrote on Twitter under ordertrio and spondaick's tweets, I gotta suspend disbelief lmao. The only guarantee in SKDY's is that Suzuki will pull another fast one on us next week.

Remember, Jas. Remember how Kindaka just woke up and sonic’ed outta bed after 8 years with no physio?

Don't forget that. Just kick back and have fun.

#i'm so late to the party because i woke up so late #ughhh this granny can't stay up like she used to #anywho read toyboxterror's shin x reader fics for comfort #i know i'll need it after this rollercoaster of an arc #sakamoto days #sakadays #sakadays theories #sakamoto days theories #all in my headcanon #asakura shin #shin asakura #manga spoilers

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yuriosakawa · 2 months ago

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Gray Sons - Mohawk Mark III

The room was unusually quiet for once. Lunch trays sat in front of each Mark—modified for their individual needs. Some sipped slowly through straws. Others poked disinterestedly at their food. It wasn’t peaceful, not exactly, but it was still.

And then Mohawk Mark’s tray clattered to the floor.

His breath hitched once—then stopped entirely. His body convulsed, eyes wide in panic as his hand clutched at his chest.

“Mark?” Maskless asked, already half-rising from his seat.

Mohawk Mark didn’t respond—he collapsed.

Everything exploded into motion.

Nurses were already sprinting in, one yelling “Code Blue!” down her communicator.

Mark doubled over where he sat, bile spewing out of his mouth as he choked on his sobs. “Not again, not again, not again—”

Stripevincible turned ghostly pale. His oxygen monitor shrieked a flatline tone before he slumped over, his head hitting the table with a sickening thunk.

Sinister Mark’s hands shook so violently his tray flipped, food scattering to the ground. “Don’t you dare take another one—!”

Omni-Mark was already trying to stabilize Stripevincible, using his one good arm to keep him from sliding off his chair while yelling for more staff. Maskless Mark pressed both hands to his nose as blood began to pour again, his eyes wide with fear.

And through it all, Full Mask Mark whispered hoarsely, floating just inches above the floor, “Please… not him. Not another one…”

Outside, Cecil and Donald watched the monitors, their faces pale, cold silence hanging between them.

“Do something,” Cecil barked.

Donald was already on the radio.

Lunch was over. Peace was shattered. Again. And chaos had returned—like it never truly left.

Mohawk Mark, flat on the floor, gasped like a drowning man. His heart was spasming—irregular, desperate, failing. The med team was seconds away, but Mohawk Mark’s old, deep-rooted Viltrumite stubbornness kicked in first. Through a haze of pain and delirium, he forced his body to move.

“No,” he rasped, eyes wild. “Not going down… not again—”

Even through cardiac arrest, even through the haze, his stubbornness roared louder than reason.

“C'mon,” he wheezed, chest trembling. “Pump, damn you—pump!”

And with a trembling fist, he punched himself in the chest. Hard.

Once. Twice. Three times. Again and again. Trying to restart his own heart the only way he knew how: with brute force.

It didn’t help. In fact—

“No—he’s making it worse! Restrain him—now!” A doctor cried.

But Mohawk Mark’s body jerked with a second wind of adrenaline-fueled panic. He hit himself again, thinking it would jolt something back into rhythm—but it only strained his heart more, pushing it into deeper arrhythmia. And like a fuse running through the room, the other Marks began spiraling.

Mark, still bent over, let out another violent retch—blood-streaked bile now pouring from his mouth as his system responded to his counterpart’s agony. He curled into himself, vomited bile again, choking on sobs, unable to even speak. His whole body trembled, his fingers digging into his thighs like anchors.

Sinister Mark let out a shrieked groan, grabbing at his temple as his entire head exploded in pain. A nosebleed dripped freely, followed by streaks of blood from the corners of his eyes. He thrashed in his chair.

“Too loud—TOO LOUD—MY HEAD—!”

Full Mask Mark, floating near the edge of the room, began to choke, a wet cough echoing through his frail chest before blood splattered from his lips onto the pristine floor.

“No, no—not now—!”

Maskless Mark’s nose spurted red again, running down his mouth as he tried to get up to help—but his legs gave out beneath him.

Prisoner Mark whimpered from his chair, face clenched in a pain he couldn’t express, skin too sensitive to bear the tension in the air.

Stripevincible remained unconscious, slumped to the side. His vitals now plummeting. Oxygen low. Breathing shallow.

Omni-Mark, barely functional himself, stood with a limp, dragging Stripevincible’s limp body off the bench, trying to lay him flat with just one arm while wheezing himself from the strain.

“We need to sedate Mohawk now or we’re going to lose all of them!” He yelled.

They were kind of glad that Viltrumite Mark was too stunned to even properly process what was going on.

In the monitoring room, Cecil slammed a fist on the console.

“Get in there. Restrain Mohawk—NOW.”

Donald was already calling every available med unit. But at the same time, he muttered grimly. “They’re tethered, somehow. When one slips… the others fall with him.”

Cecil’s eyes locked on the screen. Mohawk was still punching himself, blood now trickling down his chest from impact fractures.

Cecil muttered to himself, almost bitterly. “You stubborn little bastard…”

A medic finally tackled Mohawk Mark from behind, pinning him down as another jammed a sedative into his thigh.

“He’s crashing—clear the area! Get the defib! Now!”

“He’s making it worse! We’re losing him faster—!”

“CLEAR!”

His body snapped upward with the jolt. Every Mark in the room flinched.

“I… just wanted to fix it…” Mohawk’s voice was barely audible. And then darkness took him. Again.

The wave of pain subsided only slightly, but the aftermath left the ward soaked in fear, blood, and exhaustion.

Mohawk Mark, unconscious.

Mark, trembling and sick.

Sinister, holding his head in his hands, weeping silently.

Full Mask, curled into himself, blood dripping from his lips.

Stripevincible, unmoving.

Viltrumite, frozen in place.

Omni-Mark letting out a gasp of relief he didn’t even knew he had.

Prisoner Mark sobbing quietly to himself.

Not dead.

But God, barely alive.

#invincible show #mohawk mark #mark grayson #full mask mark #maskless mark #omni mark #sinister mark #viltrumite mark #stripevincible #prisoner mark #donald ferguson #cecil stedman #invincible war #gray sons au

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torscrawls · 9 months ago

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A Ghost by Any Other Name ch.4

You can read it on AO3!

If you prefer tumblr: Chapter 1 can be found here. Chapter 2 can be found here. Chapter 3 can be found here.

Danny couldn't stop thinking about Tim's questions about where he was from.

A big part of him hadn't wanted to tell the truth, but a bigger part hadn't wanted to lie.

When they—he, Sam, and Tucker—had crafted his new identity they had decided to keep Danny's hometown as Amity Park because it was easier not to slip up if he had fewer lies to keep track of. And Danny already had more than enough of those.

They had banked on Amity being a small enough town that no one would recognize it, and more importantly; not recognize him.

But of course people would ask about his past, it was a normal thing to do between friends. Right? There was no reason to panic.

Danny just had to become better at quelling the panic and remember the lies so that no one got suspicious and figured him out.

Sadly—or thankfully?—he didn't have time to dwell on the fact that his one and only new friendship was one wrong question away from crumbling, not now when ghosts had started appearing in Gotham.

So far he had been able to avoid getting dragged back into the fighting by threatening most of the ghosts that had shown up to leave him, and the city, alone. Several years of fighting had, if nothing else, made sure that most ghosts at least listened to him.

Which was good since Gotham’s own vigilantes arrived quickly at almost every scene and Danny didn’t want to risk using his ghostly abilities too much and reveal himself, or—even worse—bring his parents here.

That wasn't to say that he was ready to fight if he had to, because he absolutely wasn't. He wasn't even sure he could fight right now with how his body felt.

At first he had chalked it up to a side effect of his massive growth spurt, especially since he very much doubted that it was of a normal, human origin. What with the late and sudden onset, the unnatural speed with which he had shot up and filled out, and considering his increasingly otherworldly appearance it probably had a ghostly origin.

But he doubted that it was the root-cause of his sickness since he had stopped growing, but was only feeling worse.

Maybe his sickness was a side effect of getting his arm removed under such traumatic circumstances. Maybe it was some sort of infection.

He had almost gotten used to the alarming looks his sudden dizziness earned him and his staggering runs to the bathroom to throw up—what felt like—all his insides. His constant joint pain that wasn't helped by his cobbled together prosthetic arm. His headaches and his too-green nosebleeds.

Because of the whole on the run and living on the streets thing he had been trying out for the last few months, he hadn't exactly had the funds nor opportunity to go to a doctor and have the arm checked out and his own experiences and conversations over the phone with Sam, Tucker, and Jazz only got him so far.

Now, he did have a job and an apartment but he really didn’t want to risk having to answer any hard questions on just how he managed to lose an entire arm and why he had then proceeded to quite obviously cauterize and stitch it up himself.

Of course, Danny knew one other person with a prosthetic arm and Frostbite had never withheld information from him, but he hadn't had a chance to meet up with the yeti again now that he had first-hand experience.

Whatever caused it, the fact of the matter was that Danny felt like shit and that he was happy he hadn't had to fight anyone lately. But with the number of ghost sightings rising every week, his luck might not last. He didn’t know why ghosts had started to appear in Gotham, but he wasn’t naïve enough to think he didn’t have anything to do with it. And if ghosts had started showing up in town because of him , then it was his responsibility to deal with them.

History loves repeating itself.

Danny was currently busy coughing up a lung and trying not to let any of the ectoplasm that dribbled out of his mouth stain his clothes, all the while debating whether it was worth the trouble to stagger the rest of the way to the convenience store for his dinner, when he felt the all-too-familiar sensation of cold clawing its way up his throat and escaping through his gritted teeth.

Great.

And that was all he had time to think before he was body-slammed to the ground.

Danny tried to twist in the air, to get out from underneath whoever had attacked him, but large hands grabbed his shoulders and slammed him into the pavement. His face pressed against the rough ground and Danny instinctively raised a hand, ectoplasm building beneath his skin and ready to burst forth, before stopping himself and remembering his human disguise, that he couldn’t fight enemies openly anymore. Not as Dante Armstrong, regular dude, and definitely not as Phantom, his parents no.1 target.

Danny twisted enough under the weight pinning him down to glimpse Skulker grinning down at him with a victorious smile. He wasn’t surprised.

“What are you doing here, Skulker?” Danny gritted out.

“If you thought you could escape me by coming here, then you're dead wrong. I'll hunt you down wherever you go, little whelp.” Skulker grinned down at him with fire in his eyes as his hands tightened on Danny's shoulders until the grip went from uncomfortable to painful.

Ancients, Danny itched to blast the bastard right off him and into the nearest building. He had enough to deal with as it was without someone trying to skin him alive but there were people around, staring at them and screaming. Of course there was. He couldn't very well yell “ going ghost!” and expect no one to see him.

Despite what Jazz always said, he had learnt some things over the years.

But that didn’t mean that he would just lie here helplessly. He tried to buck the other ghost off with just a touch of super-strength, hoping no one saw anything out of the ordinary. If so; Danny would just have to find a new town to live in. It was okay. Really. The thought didn’t make him want to cry or anything.

Skulker growled and Danny decided to try the same approach he had used in most ghost attacks in Gotham. Talking to them. Jazz would be so proud. Even if the talking in question was more akin to threatening .

Danny made sure his fangs were on full display as he growled, “If you don't get off me right now I'll tear open that flimsy tin-can you call a body and drag you screaming out of your own mouth.”

Skulker paused. They had fought enough times for him to know that they weren't just empty words. Most ghosts just needed a little reminder.

Maybe not a preferred way of conflict resolution from a human standpoint, but far from mindless. Just another thing his parents had been wrong about.

Danny consciously flashed his eyes and Skulker immediately jumped back. As he staggered to his feet, Danny gasped as he tried to force the ectoplasm back down.

That short release of energy almost startled Danny from how good it felt. Like releasing some of the pressure on an over-pressurized pot. He had to wrestle back control not to let out any more than he already had, but he couldn’t risk doing that in the middle of the street.

But Ancients, he wanted to. For the first time in months, his headache lifted slightly.

He breathed deep to get himself back under control and lifted his prosthetic arm, as if aiming it at Skulker. “You're not the only one with inbuilt weapons anymore. You want to see what the weapon that took my arm would do to a full ghost?”

It was an empty threat, of course. Danny would never again go anywhere near that weapon if he could help it, much less carry it around, and he had absolutely no idea if it would be more or less dangerous to a full ghost. But Skulker didn’t know that.

“This isn’t over, whelp,” Skulker threatened as he floated backwards, eyes blazing. “I’ll get you eventually!”

“You’ve said that for years, and I’m still here, aren’t I?”

“You won’t see me coming.”

“I’m shaking in my boots,” Danny deadpanned. Then he gestured with his arm, hoping that Skulker wouldn't see the way it was, in fact, shaking. “Now run along.”

Skulker swore and growled and grumbled, but he did turn invisible and fly away.

Danny felt his shoulders relax as his presence disappeared and he unsteadily lowered his arm back down, wincing at the pain radiating through his shoulder and back. He had been lucky; he didn’t know if he would have been able to actually win a fight with Skulker right then because of how bad he felt. Finally, he could go—

And then Batman stood in front of him, as sudden and silent as any ghost.

Danny blinked in surprise as his brain automatically assessed the danger of the man in front of him; his multiple weapons tucked into his belt, his broad frame and muscular limbs, his sharp gaze fixed on Danny. Really, he was a lot more intimidating up close than he had been from the other side of the street, which was as close as Danny had gotten during the other ghost attacks.

Then he realized that he really should be trying to convince Batman that he was just an innocent civilian and definitely not involved with ghosts in any way, no sire.

Danny made his best impression of being scared and grateful for rescue, drawing from years of experience of being on the receiving end of it. “Oh, Batman! Thank you for saving me! I was so scared!”

Batman stared at where Skulker had been just a moment before for a few tense seconds before turning the full force of his attention towards Danny. And Danny froze, rooted to the ground, more scared now than he had been facing off against Skulker.

Batman kept his eyes on Danny, silent, but then Red Robin suddenly appeared at his side. Maybe being silent as ghosts were a prerequisite for being a vigilante.

Red Robin had a kinder look on his face than his colleague as he asked, “Are you hurt?”

“I—I don't think so. I don’t—” Danny didn’t have to fake the trembling of his limbs. “I don’t know what happened. Suddenly he just—”

“It’s okay, you’re safe now,” Red Robin said with practiced patience. “What’s your name?”

“It—It's Dante.”

“Alright, Danny, can you tell us what happened?” Red Robin asked and Danny fought hard not to flinch at the use of his nickname. That made two people who had immediately defaulted to Danny –Red Robin and Tim. He was going to kill Tucker.

Batman, apparently fed up with the niceties, glanced down at Danny's arm and asked, “What did you do to make the ghost leave?”

And wow, Danny was tempted to offer him a cough drop, speaking in such a growly voice couldn’t be good for you. He just shook his head, forcing his eyes to water—thank you Maddie and Jack for teaching him that skill, who knew that having to hide everything from his parents would make him really good at acting scared—as he stammered out a pathetic, “I—I don't know. I just tried to keep him away and—and I don't know.”

He really hoped that him threatening Skulker with his arm could be interpreted as him raising his hand to defend himself at a distance.

“What did it say?” Batman pressed, no hint of sympathy in his voice.

Danny shook his head. “Nothing that made any sense.”

Batman looked at him in what Danny thought was disapproving silence before Red Robin jumped in again, attempting to smooth everything over. “Go easy on him. He looks scared out of his mind,” Red Robin said with clear sympathy in his voice.

And Danny was. Just not of the ghosts like they assumed. He was scared of them . Ghosts, he was used to, but the two people in front of him were the ones that could drive him out of his new home.

But Danny nodded intensely and put on his most terrified voice as he said, “I thought I was a goner! The ghost could have really hurt me!”

“So you do know about—” Red Robin started before cutting himself off.

“How do you know it was a ghost?” Batman asked as he sent Red Robin a glare and he stepped back, letting Batman take over.

Fuck, fuckity-fuck. He had wanted to stay as far away from Batman's radar as possible, not suddenly be the sole focus of his attention.

What if they found him out? What if they too decided that all ghosts were evil?…What if they also decided that they wanted to try and cure him?

“I—I don’t—” Danny stammered out, desperately trying to come up with a good excuse. He was a ghost fanatic? Too close to home. He had been hunted by the ghost in question for years because it wanted to skin him? No one would believe it. He was a half-dead hero fighting ghosts since his early teens? Great response if he wanted to be thrown into Arkham. Instead he landed on a very meek, “I watch the news?”

Batman didn’t even hesitate before firing off the next question, “I’ve seen you before. At these ghost-attacks. What were you doing there?”

Danny tensed up. Of course Batman had noticed him and put two-and-two together. He was the world’s greatest detective.

Then Batman continued, voice just as gruff as before, “Why haven’t you told anyone if they’re attacking you?”

Or not.

He thought that the ghosts were there to attack Danny? It wasn’t completely wrong, even if Danny generally was the one attacking them to stop them from attacking others. Still, it was… nice that people didn’t automatically assume that he was the bad guy. Danny cleared his throat and looked away. “I didn’t want to cause any trouble.”

“That didn’t really work out, did it?”

Red Robin had apparently had enough of being sidelined, which was kind of funny for a sidekick, and stepped back into the conversation, “It’s not his fault he was attacked. Stop grilling him.”

Danny wanted to agree, but apparently his throat had other ideas as it chose that moment to seize up and cause him to double over again, coughing until he winced in pain.

Red Robin placed a careful hand on his shoulder. “Are you okay?”

Batman’s gruff voice spoke up, “So you were hurt.”

“Yes,” Danny managed after a few deep breaths, ignoring how raspy his voice sounded. “Or, no. But it wasn't because of this.”

“Do you need to sit down?” Red Robin asked and if the concern in his voice was fake, he was even better than Danny.

Danny shook his head. “No, no, I need to go. I have a meeting with a friend and I’m already late.”

Red Robin withdrew his hand, sounding suddenly hesitant, almost guilty, as he said, “I’m sure they'd understand.”

Batman inserted himself into the conversation again with a, “We might need to get in contact with you to ask some further questions. What is your number?”

Red Robin rolled his eyes, and the fact that Danny could tell even behind the mask was a testament of just how often he must do it. “What he means is; Can you give us a number we can reach you at?”

Danny raised an eyebrow. “Do I get any in return?”

“No,” Batman immediately answered. Red Robin had no translation for that, just an apologetic shrug.

Danny let out a barking laugh. “At least you're honest.” So he rattled off his number and then scampered off, refusing to look over his shoulder but feeling eyes on his back the whole time until he turned a corner.

He let himself slump against a wall, shaking legs barely holding him upright. Somehow he had survived. Still, he had thought he had gotten away from everything that had to do with ghosts. But now everyone here was asking him about them; Tim and Batman both.

He couldn’t afford any more slip-ups.

Danny dragged himself into work the next day, late and tired after his unplanned run-in with Skulker and subsequent meeting with Batman and Red Robin. To top off the whole evening Tim hadn’t even showed for their planned game-night, which might have been just as well since Danny had barely managed to get home before collapsing in bed.

After the short reprieve he felt after his confrontation with Skulker, stuffing all his ectoplasm back down felt even harder than before. It was as if that short, sweet, taste of freedom had made his body rebel even worse. The headache had come back with a vengeance and he held a handkerchief to his nose to stop the constant dripping, which alarmingly had started to turn more and more green. His joints hurt worse than right after the accident and if he wasn’t deathly afraid of losing his hard-earned job he would have stayed home and wallowed in his misery.

As it was, the walk to work hadn’t been easy with his whole body hurting even more than it usually did nowadays, even though he had left his prosthesis at home for the day.

When he finally stumbled through the door he was sweating, trembling, and wishing he had just caved and called in sick.

His misery and wallowing was interrupted when Tim poked his head into the room. “Hey, Danny, do you have time to take a look at something?”

Danny straightened up and plastered a smile on his face, hiding the paper he had been using to try and stem the blood dripping from his nose. “Yeah, sure. What’s up?”

“I have a project that I need another pair of eyes on.”

Danny sent his boss, an older woman named Hannah, a questioning look, but she simply stared at Tim with wide eyes and then gave Danny a nod.

For some reason, his boss never seemed to mind when Danny went to help Tim with something. She never argued and she would just agree with wide eyes and an expression that almost looked awed as she immediately agreed. It was as if she thought Danny was unbelievably kind to help Tim out. As if she was impressed that Danny could stand Tim.

If his boss wasn't otherwise so nice, Danny would call her out on it.

“So what is this project you wanted help with?”

Tim seemed to be distracted by his phone as they walked through the corridors, but at that he looked up and smiled. “Oh, it’s nothing. You just looked like you needed a break. What’s up?”

Danny grimaced at the fact that he was apparently so easy to read. “I had a run-in with Batman.”

Tim placed his phone in his pocket. “Was it the ghost attack?”

“How did you know?” Danny asked in surprise.

Tim’s gaze flickered to the side and back. “It’s on the news.”

“Yeah…” Danny let out a long sigh. Of course it was on the news, but since Tim hadn’t seemed to know that he’d been involved he took some solace in the fact that he probably hadn’t been mentioned. “I got stuck in the middle of it last night.”

“Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”

Danny waved him off. “No, no, I’m fine. It’s not the first time I’ve been in a ghost atta—” Danny cut himself off. He was too tired to monitor everything he said. He cursed himself.

Tim perked up. “So you do know about ghosts?”

Which was the second time in as many days he had gotten that question. Was he really so bad at keeping secrets? “Why are you so interested in them?” Danny countered.

Why would Tim, his new friend in another town, suddenly ask about ghosts? Danny just wanted to forget his old life, god damn it!

It was Tim’s turn to look a bit hesitant. “Well. There’s been a lot of attacks in the city lately by villains that seem… Strange. So I thought that maybe they’re ghosts?”

Danny really had no idea if that was a normal conclusion to jump to or not. He was the first to admit that his perception was a bit skewed. “Maybe,” Danny allowed.

“So you do believe in ghosts?”

Danny was so tired and he really didn’t feel like denying his own existence today. “Yeah.”

“But… you said your hometown wasn’t haunted?”

Danny cursed himself. Again. When would he actually learn? “Well. It’s not? It’s more accurate to say it’s under attack.”

Tim blinked. “Right.” He stopped walking. “So you know a lot about them? The ghosts?”

“Everyone from Amity knows about ghosts to some degree,” Danny said with a strained smile and as always; careful not to show his teeth.

Tim raised an eyebrow. “And what degree are you?”

Danny shrunk in on himself, uncomfortable. “I mean… That depends… I don't really—”

Tim leaned back, hands up and with a slightly guilty expression on his face. “Oh, no, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pressure you. It's just—” he exhaled forcibly and, after what seemed like a short internal debate, said, “We might be having some issues that we think miiiight be related to ghosts.”

That got Danny’s attention. A ghost he hadn’t noticed? That was an issue.

That didn't mean that he wanted to get involved with whatever this was but the least he could do was to listen to what Tim had to say. As a friend he owed him that, at least.

Tim combed a hand through his hair with a strained laugh. “You're not laughing at me. That’s a start.”

Danny raised an eyebrow. “I'm from Amity Park. I’m used to worse.” At Tim's nonplussed expression he clarified, “We have our fair share of whack-jobs.”

“Are you calling me a whack-job?” Tim asked with a smile tugging at his lips.

“Yes,” Danny deadpanned and smiled as Tim snorted, breaking some of the tension.

Tim took a deep breath and then hesitantly said, “I’m not really supposed to be talking about it, but honestly we’re at a bit of a dead-end. Do you think you’re up for bouncing some ideas?”

Now it was Danny’s turn to hesitate.

He didn’t want to get involved in any more ghostly problems. He had tried to get away. He had gotten away.

But it had really never mattered what he wanted, had it? The problems were already here, and if he had learnt something over the years since everything went to literal hell it was that ignoring your problems didn’t tend to solve them, it just made them haunt you.

No matter how much he wished otherwise.

Not that this came as a huge surprise, he had been waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Suck on that Jazz! He hadn’t been paranoid!

So Danny sighed, and prepared himself to have everything he’d worked for come crashing down. Again. “Yeah, sure.”

Tim brightened up. “Really? You’re sure?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Danny waved him off. “I have to help if I can, right? So, what’s up?”

“Well, we have this… Computer. It's not very important.”

Which meant that it was very important.

Tim continued, “And it’s getting attacked by… something.”

“Right. And why would just think ghosts and not, I don’t know, a normal virus?”

“Well. It learns and adapts quicker than any virus I’ve ever seen.” Tim fumbled his phone back out of his pocket. “Just. Here. Look at these logs.”

Danny looked down at the readings clearly displaying ectoplasmic activity and cursed his whole existence. The only silver lining being that it was restrained to a closed system which meant that his parents shouldn’t be able to pick up on it. But this meant that they were dealing with a big and important computer acting up with ghostly readings. Yeah, there was someone he knew that fit that M.O. Just to make sure, he asked, “This is from the attacks?”

“Yes,” Tim confirmed.

Danny heaved a sigh. First Skulker and now Technus? Well. In for a penny… “I might know who it could be, but I need to see it to make sure.”

Underneath his absolutely overwhelming desire to do anything besides “making sure”, Danny found that he was impressed that they had been able to keep up with Technus until now. That was no easy task.

“Wait. Really?” Tim looked genuinely surprised.

Danny raised an eyebrow. “You asked me for help, didn't you?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t think you would actually be able to help.”

Danny snorted. “Glad to disappoint.”

Tim laughed. “I'm glad you're disappointing!”

Danny joined in, feeling a bit better about the whole disaster as he said, “Lead the way!”

And that's how Danny found himself in an otherwise empty room occupied by a big computer which looked more high tech than anything he had seen before. Well, it looked to be composed of several different parts, but no less advanced for it. It reminded him of his parents’ and his own inventions; the best parts cobbled together to make something that was far beyond anything available on the market.

If Tim was the one who built it, then Danny suddenly felt a lot more comfortable with him poking around in his arm. The only question was; for what purpose was it built?

Danny didn't have very good experiences with rich people who liked to mess with science and computers.

He wondered if this computer also contained a creepy program modeled after some poor unsuspecting victim. Or data to make clones of a nearby child. Maybe even data about all the heroes in the world and plans how to take them down, or something equally ridiculous.

Tim looked from the computer, to Danny, and back, before saying, “Just try to focus on the ghost problem, alright?”

That only made him more interested, more curious. “Sure.”

But even that promise didn’t stop him from sneaking a few glances at the computer as he worked, but sadly he was unable to really get any useful information from it. Whoever owned it took security very seriously. After a short while, Danny leaned back and declared, “Yeah, it’s definitely Technus.”

“Technus?”

Danny just raised his voice as he said, “Yeah, Technus is a ghost who just sucks at everything that’s related to technology!” Danny made sure to pitch his voice even louder as he ignored Tim’s raised eyebrows, “He’s just the worst and everyone back home laughs at him! He can’t even figure out a light bulb!”

Tim frowned in confusion, but before he could do more than open his mouth, Technus—predictably—burst from the computer in a shower of sparks.

Tim staggered backwards. “Holy—”

“Yo, Nick,” Danny said with his hand raised in greeting. “So this is where you’ve been hiding out?”

“Ghost-boy,” Technus growled out, his body still halfway morphed into the computer.

“I hope I’m not seeing you trying to possess this computer.” Danny tried to cross his arms, realized he only had one at the moment and settled for crossing it over his torso. “Do you want me to call Tucker?”

Technus froze. “No. I’ll just— I’ll just leave.”

Danny nodded. “Yeah, I think that’s for the best.” Then he added, “You know, my parents probably have some new tech for you to infect.”

Technus perked up, moving as if to leave, but then he hesitated and turned back to Danny. “I don’t want to owe you anything, so I’m going to give you some advice. All that ectoplasm leaking out is going to draw more of us in. You can’t contain a system failure, you know? You have to shut down the whole process or it’s going to cascade and destroy everything.”

With that ominous statement, Technus fizzled out like bad static and it wasn’t until Technus had left that Danny realized what he had just revealed to Tim about his own parents.

He relaxed minutely when Tim didn’t bring it up but instead didn’t waste any time before asking, “How did you do that?”

Danny shrugged. “We have a sort of understanding.”

Tim raised an eyebrow. “Do you want to elaborate on that?”

“Not really.”

Danny could tell that Tim wanted to question him, but he must have looked as uncomfortable as he felt—and Tim must have realized that he wouldn’t say anything more—because Tim just pursed his lips and asked, “And what did you mean about your parents?”

Aaaand there it was.

“They’re inventors,” Danny hedged as he tried to play it off.

“That’s cool! What do they specialize in?”

Danny waved him off. “Different things. Nothing you would recognize.”

Tim looked like he wanted to ask more, but then he stopped, tilted his head, and asked, “What did he mean about system failure?”

Danny was infinitely grateful for Tim’s curiosity at the moment. “Who knows?” Danny shrugged. “Ghosts are weird.”

Tim pouted. “Do you have tips for how we can make sure this doesn’t happen again?”

“Nick won’t be coming back.”

“But other ghosts might?”

“I mean… Yeah.” At least Danny hadn’t been able to get them to stay away permanently. Yet.

“Can I count on you to help with them if they do?”

Danny hesitated. He didn’t want to say no and disappoint his new friend, but he also didn’t want to promise to help with things he didn’t want to get involved with and he definitely didn’t want to get more involved with ghosts than he had to. He had worked hard to stay under the radar of both his parents and the Bats in Gotham, and this would definitely not do that. He had enough experience to know that accepting this would be a slippery slope right down into getting found out and subsequently, into trouble.

“I’ll think about it.”

Tim looked like he wanted to argue, to push, but then he swallowed it down, muttered what sounded like “not a mystery” and nodded. “Thanks. And thanks for getting the ghost out of the computer.”

“Don’t mention it,” Danny said, and hoped that Tim picked up on how literally he meant it.

#dp x dc #danny phantom #danny phantom fic #dp fic #dp fanfic #phic #my writing

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getouyuri · 8 days ago

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would u ever write a baby fic :}

I’ve been on and off considering an oyabun gojo & secretary!reader fic where you get pregnant im ngl but I have many moments where I’m like ‘oh my god I hate pregnancy that’ll never happen to meeeee’ that it’s become somewhat of an ick for me which is why I’ve been on the fence about writing it or any other baby/pregnancy fics 😭

I was kinda thinking of like… focusing on the not so glamorous parts of pregnancy honestly and the aftermath of having the baby. like random example but you being pregnant as hell and wanting to shave your legs for whatever reason but you have this belly bump in the way and you cant see your feet and you’re PISSED so oyabun gojo shaves your legs for you. it’s oddly tender. somewhat sensual. then you ask him to shave/trim your bush and oyabun gojo cries. bawls. he loves your bush why why WHY do you wanna get rid of it, he wails that it helps your cooter marinate. you’re disgusted but also turned on. the fuck is wrong with him. so you let him trim it into the shape of a heart and he feels better. that’s like a really specific scene I’ve had in mind for ages

and the skin changes & pigmentation. itchy stomach. bleeding gums and nosebleeds (oyabun gojo makes jokes that blood only spurts from your nose when you see his sexy ass. you lob pillows at him until he shouts for mercy). vivid dreams. horrific thoughts you share with him. your baby kicking hard as hell like it’s trying to make you piss yourself or throw up. constipation at 3am that has oyabun gojo stumbling out of bed to look for you and hold your hand while you sit on the toilet, muttering about laxatives and dropping an anvil on his head for getting you pregnant. perineal massage before labor (you force oyabun gojo to stay silent the entire time). then postpartum and the joys (sarcasm) of that. raising the baby, most likely a daughter. stuff like that

so yes lol I would but again I’m on the fence. though if anyone is interested in me writing that or any other fics in a similar vein, I cooould be coaxed into actually doing it 😭!!

#aisha’s answers

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whump-in-the-closet · 1 year ago

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“Even though I don’t want to waste my money on someone like you, I can’t have you scaring my customers with your nosebleeds and fainting spells, so get into my car, we’re going to the doctor.”

Hero had retired. In a last bit of irony, he went from saving humanity to rescuing animals, working at an animal shelter.

He had stopped following the news and hadn't heard from Villain since he put away his mask. He'd burned the mask, actually. He had (happily) shoved it into his wood-burning stove and watched as the flames reduced it to ash.

And now his shift was about to end. His back throbbed with a dull ache that was occasionally emphasized with a spike of pain-- a familiar hurt that served as a daily reminder of why he was no longer a hero. But the day hadn't been awful. He must have helped at least twelve excited kids and their families fill out forms for their new pet's adoption. In roughly forty-five minutes, he'd be on his way home and maybe stop at the new coffee place down the street-- a good day.

As soon as he had the thought, the bell on the door gave a solitary ring. He'd heard it a hundred times before but this time was different. It sounded wrong. He couldn't see the entrance directly, but he heard someone pause like they were gripping the doorway before letting it close behind them.

Hero stood, one hand on the counter for support. He knew, he didn't know how he knew, but he knew who had just entered. He knew it as a reflex, a warning bell, an alarm. His stomach twisted.

Someone shuffled into the store, each step dragging, until they reached the front desk.

Villain stood swaying on their feet. Their trench coat reached the floor and they had a hand pressed to their nose. Blood coated their face.

They both stared. Villain, at Hero's nametag and at the desk and at the shelter, in increasing confusion. Hero stared at the blood pouring from Villain's nose.

Villain drew away their hand and spoke first. "Hey."

"You...You're going to want to keep pressure on that."

Villain looked at their hands, dripping with scarlet. If they had killed someone, there would have been no less blood. They gingerly touched their nose again. "Oh. Yeah." Villain collapsed

Hero watched his old enemy hit the tiled floor and felt a brief flicker of satisfaction. Then-- oh fuck-- that was Villain on his shelter floor. Their nose was still bleeding.

He sighed and approached Villain. When they still didn't move, he slowly knelt down and with a heavy groan, pulled them into a half-sitting position.

From there, he picked Villain up in a bridal carry. "Come on," he hissed. "You can't do this to me." Their head rolled back and Hero noticed three tiny details at once. The small scars around Villain's uneven mouth-- like they'd been backhanded by someone wearing rings one too many times. The blood that continued to spurt from their nose was now staining his shirt. And the way the light hit their face, bright and cold.

Turning around, he called for Clarence to cover for him and without waiting for a response-- a bad idea-- carried Villain out of the shelter and to his car.

As Hero lifted Villain into the backseat, Villain coughed violently. More blood.

They looked at Hero in confusion. "W-what?" Their voice was slurred.

Villain only stared.

Hero didn't smile, but his voice lost its edge. "Don't worry. Just keep a hand on your nose, will you?"

Villain clamped a hand over their broken nose. "Thank you," they whispered. They said it like the words were a prayer.

Hero turned the key in their car and it purred to life. "If you get blood on my seats, I'll end you."

He could have sworn Villain laughed at that, but he wasn't sure.

#whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump community #troy talks #whump scenario #whump ideas #villain whumpee #hero and villain #hero #villain whump #enjoy #answered asks

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scuttlingcrab · 2 months ago

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sunday wip

Been spending some time in the kitchen cooking up my first AU Canon Divergence one-shot lolol, wherein Emmrich gets trapped in his own prison. Though not of his regrets... but his fears. And maybe Johanna helps get him out?

*dramatically takes off spectacles*

Here are some of my favourite snippets so far, all random, hopefully I can have this finished soon. So far I'm 4k words in... probably another 4k to go by the time it's done lmao. See you in two weeks 😅

***

A gust of wind sliced through the air, seeping into Emmrich Volkarin’s bones, his teeth rattling as a chill crawled down his spine. He turned towards the direction from whence it came, only to find the environment encircling him grey, dull, the atmosphere static, bereft of any sky. He had no recollection of this setting but he knew one thing, as certain as the pang that radiated from his sternum—no wind should be found in a place such as this, let alone any living soul.

As he concentrated, blinking away the grittiness from behind his eyelids, the ground shifted. Rocks materialised into jagged shapes—hints of colossal statues, incomplete faces, torsos missing heads, marble hands crumbling, fingers reaching out of the ground like wildflowers. He hugged his arms, squeezing his biceps, all at once very cognizant of his lack of outer clothing.

The wind howled once more, bringing about a fresh tinge of bitterness, whispers tickling his cheeks. Frantic noises, barely forged words, all incomprehensible save for the emotions that lingered in between each burst. Panic. Anguish. Uncertainty. He followed the hushed tones, moving forward into the bleakness, attempting to unravel their meaning but logic evaded him, just out of reach. The landscape altered with each step, the voices growing louder, their cadence borderline recognisable.

In the distance an explosion destroyed any sense of stillness, like two ships colliding at full speed in the dead of night. A mound of mismatched ruins sprouted up from nothing, and at its head stood a figure.

Their silhouette was tall and their shoulders broad, hair short, cropped at the jawline. The figure remained unmoving as Emmrich approached. Their face was obscured by shadows, yet their gaze reached him all the same, stripping apart his very essence. His past, present, and future, all unwillingly on display—every step under scrutiny, each breath judged by this mysterious being, observing from their towering perch.

***

“Your nose is bleeding again, Volkarin.”

Indeed, something warm spurted from Emmrich’s nostrils. He caught it in his hands, tilting his head back to avoid any more dripping on his apparel. Thick, clotty liquid moved down the back of his throat at the motion and he grimaced, swallowing hard—the metallic notes of blood clinging to his uvula. He pinched the soft part of his nose, correcting his posture so he sat more upright, leaning forward slightly.

“There’s a handkerchief in your pocket. Right side. Best get on with it, else you’ll be upset at soiling that rotten shirt of yours. You won’t have time to change.”

“Johanna, how’d you—?”

Emmrich pulled out a handkerchief, just as Johanna had instructed. It was a delicate thing, flowers embroidered along the edges and his initials E.V. stitched in cursive in the corner. He moved it towards his face but hesitated, spotting dried blood that sullied the lilac coloured cloth. Some splotches were darker, fresher, others faded with time. It was positively filthy—he noted the crusty edges, the likelihood it hadn’t been washed in…weeks? How unlike him, had he simply forgotten? He couldn’t recall the last time he had a nosebleed... or needed to use this handkerchief in particular.

***

Emmrich peeked his head over the Grey Wardens’ shoulder, eager to see what he was whittling. The piece in Davrin’s hands was not in the shape of a beast nor a ghastly darkfriend, but it resembled a woman. Tall, robust, pointed ears jetting through short hair. He knew that posture, hands on hips, defiant, recognised those plain clothes loosely draped around the figure. Rook.

Emmrich’s breath hitched at the realisation, heart sinking to the bottom of his stomach.

“The details, Davrin. It’s extraordinary, truly. Dare I say, your best work yet.”

“Yeah, I thought you’d like it. Here.”

Davrin placed his whittling knife on his lap, blowing softly against the sculpture to remove any loose wood chips and handed it to Emmrich.

“Think I’m finished, you should have it.”

“No. Davrin, I couldn't possibly—”

“Kept me company these last few weeks as things got worse, more uncertain. I figured maybe it would help you too, give you some courage. Every bit counts.”

Emmrich cupped his hands together, holding the tiny figure of Rook delicately, as if it was made of glass. He caressed the face with his thumb, taking a moment to appreciate the craftsmanship, the smoothness of the wood and how it felt against his fingers.

Davin had gone so far as to etch an expression on Rook’s face, showcasing her mischievous side. In all honesty, it was usually quite vexing to Emmrich, since he was the only one on the receiving end of her peculiar way of showing affection—but in this circumstance, it brought a tear to his eyes, his lip quivering as he forced a smile in gratitude.

“You captured her expression quite well.”

“It’s that smirk, right? I can hear her now, ‘is that really what I look like?’”

***

He choked, heart lodged in his throat, as he released his concentration on the source. The ground teetered as he endeavored to press forward, skewing in such a manic way it made his stomach churn. If he shut his eyes, he would've thought he was walking atop the upper deck of a ship at the height of a tempest. The gap was just wide enough now that maybe one, or two of them, could enter.

Another step closer and a figure appeared in the centre of the rift. Emmrich threw his staff aside when he noticed it, making a run for the opening, arms flailing to keep balance.

Their features grew more defined—a sturdy build, peaked ears, chin length hair…

“Rook!” Emmrich cried out.

Her visage was warped, faded against the prison’s grey interior, as though she was leagues underwater and he was gaping at her from the surface.

They locked eyes, gazing intensely at one another. Rook’s expression wasn’t relieved, as Emmrich thought it would be upon her rescue. Her brows were knitted in worry, wrinkles carved into the corners of her lips as she frowned. She raised her hands, palms facing out, trying to warn him, to stop him. Rook's mouth parted but he could not hear what followed.

Emmrich tore open the first layer of the rift, plunging his hands through a boiling filter. The parts of him that were submerged burned, about to burst. He disregarded the pain, searching for Rook, attempting to grab hold of her arms, to pull her out… but she only got further away. He continued to grasp into nothingness, screaming her name at the top of his lungs.

#emmrich dragon age #emmrich the necromancer #emmrich volkarin #da4 emmrich #dragon age emmrich #dragon age veilguard #dav fanfic #emmrich #wip #emmrich x rook

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typingdyslexiaisathing · 1 year ago

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Random idea for the much beloved Obey Me! fandom to enjoy tonight.

Anytime Beelzebub is working out and takes off his top to go shirtless, there is a problem to deal with. Since MC, Asmo, and Leviathan get so squeak mode blush blush it's too hot to handle they all hit the deck and spurt nosebleeds.

If anyone records this on video and uploads it to Devilgram, then a lot of reports of dozens of people hitting the dirt with red fountains out of their noses is reported in the news paper the next day.

In short, Beelzebub going topless is sexy and the Devildom knows it.

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kingofthe-egirls · 2 years ago

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FOX TALES: LUFFY/SANJI/OC (nsfw)

fox tales

(cw: kitsune, oc, luffy smut, sanji smut, sex, polyamory, blowjob, sweet romance, fluff, food mention)

***

“Did you damn animals even taste that?” A disgruntled voice comes from the fridge, and you look over to see Sanji straightening up with a raw Sea King steak in his hands. You cover your mouth with a tail tip.

“Sorry, Sanji,” you giggle, and reach out your arms for more. “Come kiss me?”

***

“There’s something about you…,” you say. Kitsunes have a sense about things, even as a mortal now. You’re still connected to the spiritual plane, can still open portals between worlds at will. That was something Luffy found endlessly fascinating about you, the way your eyes started glowing whenever you channelled or the opalescent shimmer at the borders of a portal, the in-between molecules that exist in all worlds. Diamonds at the edges of your vision.

“Are you spiritual?” You ask him, and he screws up his monkey face in thought.

“Hm…I’m not sure! What does that mean?”

You hum, tilting your own head in thought. You tap your finger against your chin. “It means…that you’re in tune. With the universe. Like, the voice of all things? Or maybe it’s more like haki, like the energy of things.”

Luffy nods, brows furrowed seriously.

“It’s like a mystery thing.”

You snort. “You can’t tell me you don’t get haki,” you swat at his head and he ducks gracefully. “Like that,” you point out.

“Eh,” he scratches the back of his head, “It’s almost like seeing the future? Like my observation haki.”

You nod, twisting your lips up to the side a bit. “Kinda?”

Luffy huffs, and plops down with his head in your lap. He places his straw hat flat on his belly so you can run your fingers through his hair. He hums quietly, eyes slipping closed like a satisfied cat.

“I could take you there, sometime,” you offer. “Back to the spirit plane.”

“Really??” His eyes fly open in glee, and he sits up like a spring. You barely have time to flinch out of the way.

“C’mon man,” you chide, and he giggles sheepishly. You roll your eyes. “But…yeah. It’d have to be while you’re asleep, though.”

“Why?”

“Dreaming’s an easier way to travel between worlds. It…lets things get squishy,” you scrunch your nose up trying to explain. It wasn’t easy to translate multidimensional experiences, apparently. You cock an ear irritably. “My head hurts.”

“Mine too,” he agrees, and you both stand up in unison.

“Food?” You say at the same time, and laugh. You hitch your hands around your waist, and he grins at you like the cutest thing. You leap forward, and kiss him.

He hums, a pleased sound, and winds his arms around your waist. You’re warm, like melting butter in the sun. You sigh.

He picks you up, easily, and you can only gasp in surprise when he slingshots you both across the prow toward the kitchen.

“Ah!” You yelp, clinging to his shoulders. “I’m never gonna get used to that,” you grumble, dusting off your shorts once you land. He only giggles in return.

“Sorry, Kitty,” he says, and pecks you on the cheek. “It’s faster though, right?” He marches on forward into the kitchen, and you follow close behind.

“Yeah, yeah,” you huff out a laugh, and dart around his shoulder to the basket of cookies sitting on the counter. You both devour the contents almost immediately.

“Sorry, Sanji,” you giggle, and reach out your arms for more. “Come kiss me?”

The blond cook spurts out a nosebleed that he quickly cleans up, and you can feel Luffy snicker beside you. You snicker, too.

“Of course, mon cherie,” Sanji says once he’s recovered. He closes the distance in between you with long, graceful strides. He takes your face in both hands, his slender fingers cool against your cheeks. He leans in to press a slow, sensual kiss against your lips. You moan, your tails and toes both curling in delight.

Luffy pokes at your cheek, “No fair, Kit,” he moans, “I wanna turn. Please?” He asks when you don’t move right away.

“Yes, sorry,” you break away with a gasp, and you’re turning over your shoulder to take Luffy’s chin on your hands. His grin is sincere but sheepish, and you brush your fingers against his skin. He’s warm, like biscuits.

“Your turn,” you breathe, and brush your lips against his. He sighs, wrapping his arms around you from behind. His chest is strong and sturdy against your back. Like leaning up against an oak tree.

Sanji moves down to kiss your neck, his fingers playing at the hem of your shirt. “Can I?” He mumbles playfully against your throat. You hum an agreement, and tighten your grip on Luffy’s face. He reaches down to help Sanji pull your shirt up over your breasts.

“No bra today? Naughty Kit,” Luffy teases in your ear. He leaves a sharp lick across the outer edge, and you shiver.

“Sorry,” you say, “Wasn’t feeling it.”

“I don’t mind, mademoiselle,” Sanji grins from where his lips are already at the swell of your breasts. His hands come to cup the weight of them, and he squeezes once. You bite your lip, stifling a slight buckle of your hips. Luffy grins into his kiss.

You deepen it, slipping your tongue past his pillow-soft lips and into the warm heat of his mouth. His tongue slides against yours, and you groan.

Sanji gives you a soft love-nip just between your collarbones.

“Shall we take this off, love?” He asks, plucking at your shirt. You nod, and separate yourself from Luffy long enough for your captain and cook to help pull it over your head.

“These too,” Luffy whispers, his finger tucked into your belt loop. You swallow, thickly, and try not to blush at the heat seeping between your legs.

Sanji unbuckles your denim shorts and slides them down your legs. “No panties either?” He cocks an eyebrow. “You are naughty, after all.”

Luffy snickers, hands massaging your tits with wide, warm palms. His fingers sink deep into your flesh, and he grins. “Told ya.”

“Shut up,” you murmur, turning your head to mouth along Luffy’s neck. Your fingers slide through Sanji’s satin hair. He kisses along your belly, and butterflies flick down your wrists as you see him kneel before you.

“May I?”

You’re nodding vigorously before he even asks the question. “Please,” you squirm, held firm in Luffy’s arms as he hooks his chin over your shoulder. His eyes focus intently on what Sanji was about to do.

The first touch, his teeth against your inner thigh, sends shivers down your spine as you gasp. Blue sparks have already started to dance before your eyes, and he hasn’t even started yet.

“Ohh, look!” Luffy stage-whispers, and Sanji glances up from where he’d been staring, mouth watering at your heat. “She’s glowing again!”

You start, unsure of what he means. “Am I?” You look over at him, and he nods. Sparkles shimmer opalescent in your captain’s eyes. Sparkles reflected from your own vulpine eyes, you presume, as you flick your tails in front of your face.

Sparkly dust shimmers around them, caught in between worlds. Like moon dust, you think, as you smile softly. Your ears were probably glowing, too. “I wonder why,” you muse.

Sanji hums between your legs, and gives your pussy a cursory lick. He hums when he sees your tails shimmer in response. “You seem to like that,” he observes, and licks a stripe up your pussy again. You moan, grabbing at his hair with claw-like hands. “Looks like your spirit-self is coming through.”

“Let her,” you breathe, and sink back against Luffy’s solid frame. He wraps his arms around your waist. He presses a kiss to the base of your neck, and you can feel his hard length poking into your back. You grind against him unintentionally, and he growls low in his throat.

“Touch me, Kit?” He mumbles against your ear, and you scramble backwards to get your hand inside of your boyfriend’s pants. He’s not wearing underwear, either.

There’s a moment of silence between the three of you, as you palm Luffy’s erection beneath his shorts, his hips rutting into your touch, and Sanji works at your clit. Sanji’s tongue is always soft, and you moan as you lean your head back. Stars are dancing behind your vision.

“Feels good,” Luffy whispers against your skin, his voice soaked in pleasure. You feel a rush of heat surge through you at the sound, enough to make you pause Sanji’s movements so you can spin around and hug your captain tightly. You’re twisted like a dishrag, one half sprawled out before your cook, and the other draped around your captain’s neck. Your thighs are still tight around Sanji’s head.

He pumps his tongue in and out of you, warm and wet and plump, and you moan into Luffy’s mouth. He’s back at your tits, fingers playing with your nipples. Sparks tingle beneath your skin, emerald like copper and flint. His touch felt so good.

“Please…,” you whisper, to no one in particular. Begging for something you didn’t know how to receive. Portals flash open behind your eyelids.

“Ohh—,” you stammer out, suddenly frisking in your chair. Luffy tightens his hold around you, tongue still buried down your throat. You writhe and moan into the touch, Sanji’s mouth tearing your sanity apart at the seams. Your legs spasm around his head, and he only redoubles his efforts at pleasing you. He slips two fingers inside your pussy, curling up toward your g-spot and rubbing soft circles against it. You curl forward, lurching in Luffy’s grip, and cum with your mouth held open in a silent “O.”

“That’s my girl,” Luffy coos, cheek squished against your neck, “Keep going, just like that…”

Sanji, for his part, moans with his mouth full. His fingers pump into you gently, riding out your orgasm as it rocks through you. Slowly, sweetly, he stills his movements once you stop twitching. Swirly moon dust flicks off your tails and dissipates in the now-sweaty air.

You breathe, desperately, and Luffy hums in your ear. “Good job,” he says, and you giggle deliriously.

“I feel drunk,” you admit, and both your men start laughing unashamedly. Sanji rests his forehead against your thigh, breathy laughs leaving his throat. His voice is angelic, to you. “Thank you,” you whisper, stroking along his blushing cheek. He looks up at you, pleased, and presses another kiss to your sensitive thigh.

“My pleasure, mon amour.”

“Mine too,” Luffy growls, never wanting to be left out. “Can we fuck you, now?”

He moans into your neck, biting softly against your skin. You nod, and let him lead you down to the polished kitchen floor. You’d lick crumbs off it, if he told you to.

You’ve half a mind to tell him that, but decide against giving him that big of an ego boost. Besides, he’d never actually tell you to do that. He was far too kind, even for his own good.

Unless, of course, you wanted him to.

You hum, quietly filing that away for later.

Luffy positions you on all fours, his hands hot and sure as they trace over your body. Delicate tingles of lust ripple across you in their wake. His fingers tug on your nipples, him leaning over you, while Sanji unbuckles his own belt in front of your face.

“Can I?” You ask, licking your bottom lip. Sanji nods, flushed down to his exposed collarbones as he tugs off his shirt. His pants are pooled around his knees, his belt undone and clinking against the floor.

Sanji’s cock is dusted in a light blush, a thick tip drooling precum inches from your lips. You give an experimental lick, and he shudders.

“Oh, yes, my darling,” he ruts into your face, forcing you to take more of him. You grunt, muffled by his cock, and Luffy leans over to smack Sanji’s arm.

“Be nice,” he orders. Sanji pulls out from where he was pressed against the inside of your cheek. The pressure softens, but you moan. Sheepish, you look over your shoulder at Luffy.

“It’s okay,” you say, peeking at your boyfriend through nine shivering tails. The blue dust floating off them throws a veil of twinkling firelights in between you and your captain. He shrugs.

“Fine by me,” he mutters, poking at your entrance with his cock. “Go ahead and fuck her, Sanji.”

“Aye, aye, captain.” And starts facefucking you.

You gasp, hot and sticky around his aching cock, and surrender your senses completely to these two men.

Sanji smells like gold, like cigarette smoke and clean clothes, like laundry day and the chocolate cookies he baked earlier. His slender hands grasp your throat.

Luffy has buried himself to the hilt in your core, and you wiggle your hips back onto him with a moan. He pushes your tails out of the way. “Wanna grab her,” he says, punctuating his words with shallow thrusts. A rubber hand fists into your hair, forcing your neck back so you have no choice but to take Sanji’s cock deeper.

“Mmph!” You moan around his shaft, slick and wet and sliding in and out of you with ease. Luffy starts to pick up the pace, and his second-in-command follows suit.

Fuck.

These two men were going to be the death of you.

***

After hours, minutes, eternities, you slowly come to. You’d been fucked out completely by their cocks, letting the boys use you. Your pussy clenches hard down around Luffy’s cock, and you let out a strangled cry as you cum for the nth time. Sanji has pulled out of your mouth, opting instead to jack off over your face.

“That’s a pretty girl,” he traces his thumb across your bottom lip, swollen and strawberry from his use. His other hand fists his cock inches from your face, the sticky tip knocking against your cheek every so often. He hooks a thumb into the corner of your mouth, stretching your lips wide open.

“Say please.”

“Ahh,” you loll your tongue out for him, “Please?”

“Good girl,” he grunts, face red as candy as he cums all over your face. It gets on your chin, your eyes, your nose, your hair. You grin in slutty delight.

“Luuuuffyyyy,” you croon, turning over your shoulder to your beloved captain.

Luffy is panting, head tipped back with his adam’s apple bobbing. His forearms are strong, veins bulging out as he rams your ass back against his hips over and over again. He looks down at you with dark eyes.

“Feeling good, fox-ears?” He cocks an eyebrow at you, punctuating the teasing nickname with a particularly hard thrust.

“Nng—Yes!—fuck—captain!” You manage out in between breaths. Your voice is pornographic, high pitched and whiny. You’re meeting his hips with every thrust. Another orgasm licks creeping fingers up your spine.

Your whole body shivers with it, and Luffy moans at how tight you are.

“Gonna—fuck,” he pants, “Gonna cum,” he ruts and ruts into you with amazing speed, his cock head brushing the best spots inside you. With another gasping moan, he cums deep in your pussy as it spasms around him. “Fuck, Kitty—you’re so warm—“

He spills himself completely into you.

Luffy bends over double, almost collapsing you to the ground.

“Watch out!” You complain, voice still a raspy moan, but Sanji catches your head before it hits the tile. His hand smooshes into the cum still left cooling across your face.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, playing with it in his fingers, “You look good like this.”

You blink blearily up at him, gaze softened in a haze of orgasmic aftershocks. Luffy’s still-hard cock twitches inside you.

“Good job, Kitty,” he says, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“Yes, please,” you purr, and let both men help you stand up. Your legs are wobbly, like a mermaid standing on her tail fins.

“Shishishi,” Luffy giggles, one arm around your waist, “We fucked you silly, didn’t we?” He nuzzles into your cheek.

“Mmhmm,” you give a pleased hum, nuzzling back into your captain’s soft hair. He smells so good.

“Thank you, boys,” you giggle, flicking your tails around them as they half-carry you to the counter. The soft, white fur caresses your two friends beside you. Sanji catches one and rubs it against his cheek.

“So soft,” he murmurs, and places a kiss against it. You blush, and pull him in for another kiss.

“You are,” you say, and blink doe-eyed up at him. He kisses your nose with a smack. Luffy pecks one to your neck.

“Mm, what about me?” He asks, poking your arm as they sit you up on the counter. Sanji absentmindedly hands you a glass of water. You sip, thoughtfully. Luffy leans against your legs. He spreads them, slightly, and washes you down with a warm cloth that Sanji handed to him. “Feel okay?” He asks quietly, and you pet his head in answer.

“Mm, I think you’re soft, too,” you decide, and peck a kiss on his dimpled cheek. Little sunstars speckle across his nose, so you kiss those, too.

“Strong too, right?” His eyes gleam at you, and you can tell he’s only half-teasing. Sanji is across the room, gathering your clothes. A tea kettle is already steaming, somehow, and three mugs are waiting with tea.

You lean in close to Luffy, his face mere inches from yours. “The strongest,” you croon. “I’m—,” you swallow, meet his gaze with your lower lip tucked between your teeth, “I’m crazy about you.”

He grins.

“Me too.”

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paperstreetlocal · 10 months ago

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we all know the alloy is incredibly heavy and phos only managed to function with it properly at first from adrenaline, but think of the aftermath. the months they spent trying to adapt to it- the weight, the fact it probably made their whole body feel different from it seeping through the cracks. gave them a weirdly dense feeling- and akin to a growth spurt they probably discovered they could reach things they couldnt before, break things that broke them in the past. the abnormal features that came with the alloy; sweat, tears, teeth, nosebleeds, it leaking out places it probably shouldnt and making them snap at random moments only for it to glue them back together, the constant neverending cracking and out of control movement. speech starts making no sense because of the teeth in the way and they get a lisp. bursting into tears even when its not warranted- it barely listens in battle and after all causes them to become severely paranoid and constantly on guard- always tense and at the expense of their carefree nature they get to control them. Most of the time

never really listening or paying attention to conversations as theyre too busy trying not to burst from every angle.incredibly forgetful both from the limb loss and inattention. clothes are all messed up since they became too big for them from the gold; shirt untucked and no longer makes an effort to keep tidy, tho i think that delves into depression territory

#a lot to think about #tekstic

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shaotie · 2 months ago

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Seven Years - Ch 21: Disaster Twins at it Again

Notes:

There's a bit of a heavy part at the beginning but most of this chapter is more light-hearted than the last few 🐢💚

The next four days were good overall for Leo. The new nausea medication combined with the mystic yokai food and seasonings kept his stomach settled so that he didn't need the IV anymore; and he gained strength and even a little weight and was able to walk around on his own again, with the help of a custom, light-weight tech-cane Donnie designed and created in one single all-nighter.

He did still have a few nosebleeds and a couple of brain bleeds that weren’t too serious and healed themselves, but he and his family took everything in stride, making the most of the time they had on Leo’s good days, and spending as much quality time together as they could get; but affording Leo the privacy he wanted when he went to the bathroom.

They also gave him the alone time he sometimes craved, when he went to his room for a bit so he could cry in solitude before sticking his 'faceman' grin on his face and smiling and joking - doing this not only for his family but also for himself, because he wanted to enjoy these last few days and give them as many happy memories as possible for the years ahead when he wouldn’t be around anymore.

And because he sensed within himself his time was near.

Not that he felt like he was dying in the traditional sense of his body giving out on him, but more like in the sense that he was getting antsy and fidgety, sensing like he needed to go somewhere, somewhere different; sensing that he didn’t belong here on earth, he didn’t belong here with his family anymore. His family who he knew loved him and who he loved more than life itself.

Feeling like he belonged in the mystic realm, with his ancestors. Feeling like he already had one foot in the mystic realm, like he was living partway between two realities. Feeling like someone on the other side was calling his name. That someone was reaching out to him, ready to catch him when he finally slipped over the figurative edge from this world to the next one.

And all these feelings were compounded by the fact his gram-gram Karai visited him every night in his dreams. When he woke, he never remembered the exact details of their conversations, only remembering her smiling, warm face and the sense of comfort and peace he felt in her presence.

Even though the regularly scheduled brain scans revealed no major changes and firmly put his date of death as being eight months in the future, Leo knew that wasn’t true; that he had days at best. Or maybe just one day. But he didn’t have the mental capacity to articulate this to his family. Whenever he tried to tell them about this feeling - or to let them know Karai had been visiting him at night in his dreams, leaving him with the sense that she was there for no other reason than to offer him words of comfort and peace in his last days in preparation for his transition, reassuring him not to fear and that everything would be ok - the words never made it past the tip of his tongue, like something or someone was holding him back; and no one knew he had tried to say anything at all.

Things were going well over those days, but there was a new thing that was beginning to concern Leo’s family, which was that he took to the unusual-for-him behavior of wandering around in Draxum’s house.

At first, it wasn’t something they noticed. Leo would tell them he was tired and wanted to go to his room by himself for a short nap. Of course, no one left him alone for long because of the unpredictable nature of his affliction, as well as the fact they didn’t have much time left with him, and didn’t know how many good days he had remaining. But it was ok for him to be alone for short spurts thanks to the brain scanner/tracker stuck to the back of his head (that Donnie never did get around to changing to blue, so Leo let Mikey spice it up a bit with a few of his personalized, waterproof stickers), and everyone suspected he preferred to be alone when he cried, since he never seemed to cry in front of them.

So Leo would say he was going to his room with every intent of doing exactly that, but then when someone went there half an hour or so later to check on him, his bedroom would be empty and they would track him down with the help of Donnie's tracker app that was installed in all of their phones, to find out he actually went to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat, or he went to hang out in the sauna, or to Draxum’s botanical garden that housed various rare yokai plants and some of the warrior scientist's favorite exotic fruit trees, to enjoy the change in scenery.

But what got them really worried was when, once, on day three, they found him wandering the upstairs hallway, confused and disoriented and not knowing who he was, where he was, or how he got there. But he seemed to get his senses back almost right away when Raph found him.

Strong, dependable, big brother Raph.

After that, Leo readily agreed with the snapper to let Draxum do another brain scan on him and put him through a barrage of tests, only for everything to come up practically unchanged from the previous scans and tests, except for the new easy-to-correct fact his body wasn’t digesting sugars properly.

But those tests all came up practically unchanged due to the fact this particular problem was happening because his time was near and his mystic form was trying to separate from his dying body and join with his ancestors. But unable to separate until after he took his final breath, it sent Leo wandering the halls instead of sending him to the mystic realm.

One day five, Leo felt better than he had in a long time, with the only real indication he was ill being that he needed a cane to get around, his very pale skin and sickly looking, underweight face and body, and the fact he was tired - not only sleepy but also like weights were tied to his arms and legs, dragging him down.

But that wasn’t enough to keep him down, and when Donnie left the lab for a quick bathroom break he found out from Draxum what he could put in his twinsie's coffee to prank him, settling on adding a significant amount of the tasteless blue food coloring that was conveniently sitting right there on the worktable, begging to be used for some devious purpose.

When Donnie came back he was so busy he didn't notice that coffee seemed to be fuller than when he left, not even when he tipped it up to his mouth to take a swig, having no idea something had been put in it or that he was now adorning what looked like dark blue lipstick.

“Hey Dee, I want a picture for my Yappi page,” Leo cheerfully said to the blue-lipped Donnie.

As much as the photogenic softshell loved taking pictures of himself for his archives, he did not enjoy having his face published online for all to see, and his Yappi Yokai page was filled with nothing but pictures of his tech and such (only the tech that was already patented, of course). So he groaned in protest but didn’t otherwise object when his dying brother pulled him close and leaned his weight on him with his arm wrapped around Donnie’s shoulders, holding up a ‘peace’ sigh with his fingers and playfully winking at the camera on his phone with his tongue stuck out.

“Say cheese, Dontron.”

Donnie let out a flat, unamused: “Cheese,” on his unsmiling face, and predictably didn’t even bother taking the time to raise his eyes from his important work to look at his blue-lipped face on Leo’s phone screen.

As soon as he clicked the photo, Donnie shoved a beaker with a blue liquid into Leo’s hand. “Here, drink that,” he ordered.

“What is it?” Leo asked. He gave the drink a sniff (it smelled like blueberries) and his twin informed him:

“It’s for your electrolyte imbalance. I know you don’t like Gatorade because it’s too sweet, so if you like this I’ll make a supply to keep in the lab fridge.”

“Aw thanks, Dee,” Leo said appreciatively. He hadn’t complained once about the taste of Gatorade after he had to start drinking the stuff three times a day (after all, that wasn’t the worst thing he had to choke down since becoming terminally ill) but he used to complained a whole lot about the sweet stuff when Raph used to make him drink it whenever he was ill with the rat flu.

After he downed the contents and informed Donnie he liked it, Leo sat on the couch with Mikey and clicked at his phone to post the photo he just took to his Yappi Yokai page.

Before clicking ‘submit’, Leo gave his face a good, hard look, and briefly considered not posting it for the public to see. Even though he felt well enough to moisturize over the past five days and had sprayed on a generous amount of the reptile refresher spray Draxum bought for him (before Mikey went back to the store to buy out their entire stock for Leo) his green skin looked more like a pale shade of pastel and his stylish red stripes he loved so much…

...well, they weren’t red anymore, they were more pinkish than anything. A pale shade of pink that, combined with his pale face, made the black marks under his eyes pop all the more. And he wasn’t wearing his mask anymore because it felt like the fabric was rubbing his now sore, easily irritated, sensitive skin. The same went for his ninja wrappings, so that now, the only thing he kept on were his black shorts, except for when he was cold, he wore Raph��s plushy oversized hoodie.

He also didn’t wear his belt and kept his katanas in their wall mounts over his bedroom desk, which was fine by him, because he hadn't felt up to training with them for a while now.

After just a moment’s hesitation, Leo decided to go ahead and post the picture, mostly because of all the love he got from his many followers after they saw his obviously ill face. But he also decided he would wear his blue mask for any future photos he planned on taking, if for no other reason but to hide the bags under his eyes and cover the bulk of his no-longer-stylish red marks that he used to be so proud of, but were now nothing more than a symbol of how far downhill he had gone.

Just before Leo posted the photo, he showed it to his little brother, and Mikey looked up from his Yappi Yokai page on his phone to see a picture of Leo with Donnie, who had blue lips, and the caption below it read:

‘How long do you think it'll take Dontron to realize his lips are blue? Put in your best guess for the time, I’m taking the first one hundred bets! Winner gets my favorite pizza at Run of the Mill courtesy of Hueso - xl super creepy supreme. #coffee #blue dye #prank’

Mikey snorted out a laugh at Leo’s pic, and Leo tagged Hueso before posting it.

“Hey Dee, some guy online just posted video proof the fifteenth digit of pi is twenty seven,” Mikey cried out to Donnie because he wanted to see the ‘lipstick’ for himself.

"Scoff!”

Mikey stifled a laugh when Donnie's scowling face turned around, showing off his dark blue lips as he ranted: "Twenty seven!? That isn’t even a single digit! And…” How is that solution coming?” Draxum dryly asked, completely ignoring the results of Leo’s innocent prank and cutting off Donatello before he got lost ranting about one of his hyper-fixations.

Donnie stopped mid-sentence, closed his blue-lined mouth, and spun back around to get back to his work, but visibly still irritated and muttering under his breath about the whole ‘15th digit of pi is 27’ insanity.

Leo looked down at his phone to see his page had blown up, and right at the top, where his pinned friends posts went so they didn’t get lost in the shuffle, was Hueso’s reply post:

‘I did not agree to this, pepino.’

Leo happily replied (for all the world to see)

‘But you’ll do it anyway, right bone man?’

He hauled out his blue mask, deciding he wanted to wear it for as long as his sore skin allowed, in case one of his other brothers snapped a picture of him for their YY wall; and by the time he finished tying it to his head and picked up his phone again, he showed Mikey Hueso had replied.

‘Sigh. For you I will do this.’

They both laughed again, then Leo said: “I think I’m feeling good enough for Hueso’s today,” and he clicked at his phone to reply to Hueso’s ‘sigh, yes’ post:

‘Better make that 2 Seňor Hueso, Someone will be by at 5 to pick mine up. And throw in a few extra zas for the whole family. You know all our favs.’

Almost immediately, Hueso replied: ‘I will deliver them myself, pepino, it will be good to see you again.’

Mikey watched with trepidation when Leo typed out: ‘No need ol’ skelly man, I’ll be by with my bro to get it myself. #stir crazy #gotta get out #stretch my legs’

Mikey looked up at Leo with a concerned face and asked: “Are you sure that’s a good idea? Do you really feel up to it?"

Instead of directly replying, Leo gave thought to Mikey’s words and then changed his post to add: ‘if I still feel good enough, don't wanna jinx my five day streak’ to the end of his sentence, knowing that problems almost always popped up suddenly and unexpectedly. Then he hit ‘submit’ before Mikey had a chance to object further.

Leo’s reply post was immediately hit with dozens of hearts and likes, and replies saying things like: ‘#Still going strong’, ‘#5 day streak’ ‘#stretch those turtle legs’, as well as a copy and past disclaimer from Hueso that he got from his restaurant website (and also had posted in more than one location within his pizza place):

‘For the health and well-being of our resident hero, Leonardo Hamato, flash photography is strictly prohibited during his visits to Run of the Mill. Any yokai breaking this rule will have their camera confiscated and will immediately be escorted out with a lifetime ban.’

Which was something he put up for Leo at Baron Draxum’s request, because even with the mutagen-based medication his son was now at risk of flashes of light causing nasty headaches or possibly triggering a micro seizure.

Leo replied to Hueso’s disclaimer post with a green ‘thumbs up’ and a: ‘Thanks for the reminder mi amigo. #headaches suck #don’t break my streak' (referring to his five good days in a row streak he had going that was highly publicized both on Yappi Yokai and in the general yokai media.

There were a number of kind, caring, sympathetic replies to Leo’s ‘no flash photography disclaimer’ reply, as well as many encouraging ones like: 'Keep up that streak' 'fingers crossed for day six' and even a few yokai threatening to harm anyone who harmed their hero (not something Leo encouraged, and he usually blocked those posts right away).

The ill turtle also saw there were already many reposts of the original picture he posted with Donnie and his blue lips, containing fun things like hearts, silly faced emojis, and quite a few showing a regular turtle with big, blue lips stamped on it. But his favorite one of all was when an amateur artist in the Hidden City - who he pinned as a friend because of his amazing ‘Turtle Hero’ artwork - reposted his photo with touch-ups to make Leo look like he did before he got sick, with bright green skin, amazing red stripes that popped, and no black marks under his eyes; along with the caption:

‘You still look good to your fans but I know you like it when I do this green guy. #always gorgeous #disaster twins at it again #my heroes’

Leo pinged the photo with a heart and pinned it to the top of his page, just below the original, for everyone to see, with the caption: ‘Keep em comin. #love your art #still the faceman’.

April came in the room not too long after Leo posted his photo, so he looked up from his phone to see if she would rat him out when she gave Donnie a sisterly hug and blurted out a laugh at the sight of his face.

But when Dee looked at her in surprise and asked why she laughed she told him she imagined how he’s look with a big, black unibrow, and as she walked to the couch Leo raised his phone to take a picture and she gave him a playful, silly pose.

“Hey Dee?” Leo called out. “What?”

Donnie turned around and Leo snapped a picture of April with him looking at the phone in the background, making Dee roll his eyes and moan at his picture-happy twin, that he knew would end up online, before getting back to his work.

When April sat down beside Leo, on the opposite side Mikey was on, he gave her a fist bump and showed her the photo of her, posing for the camera, with Donnie’s blue-lipped face looking at the camera from behind her, along with the caption: ‘45 minutes in and still no clue. #favorite sis #not a snitch’

The three of them laughed then Leo posted the photo, and they were chatting for a bit before Casey came for the same reason April did, to spend some quality time with their dying brother.

As soon as he came in the room, Leo raised his phone to record 'future boy's' reaction to Donnie’s face. But the future post-apocalyptic boy had seen some crazy shenanigans from the future versions of his turtle family, so when he went up to Donnie to see how the tired, overworked turtle was doing, he didn’t even hint at noticing anything was wrong with his face, before walking over to give Leo a grin and a fist bump.

After Casey cuddled up on the couch beside April, Leo showed him his phone displaying a short twelve second video with the caption: ‘One hour in. Case gave no reaction at all #poker face’

About half an hour later, Raph came in the lab, holding his phone with a sour look on his face. He had been taking his frustrations and anger over Leo’s condition and upcoming death out in Draxum’s gym-turned-training room so he could clear his head and calm his intense emotions before spending time with Leo.

After his shower he checked out his YY page, completely ignoring the photos his terminally ill brother posted on his wall to hone in on his post about going to Hueso’s himself.

As soon as Raph came in the room, Leo raised his phone to record a video and Donnie said: “Just the turtle I wanted to see. Hand me that case of inhaler canisters, we’re ready to make Leo a new batch."

Donnie pointed to a box high up on a shelf on the other side of the large lab, but instead of getting it right away Raph looked at him, surprised, and asked: “What’s on your face? Are you wearing lipstick now?"

“Lipsti…”

“Awww ratted out by the big bro!” Leo loudly exclaimed, still recording. “Congrats to the winner, I’ll post their name with this vid!”

Leo stopped recording and laughed, while Donnie glared at him, threatening: “So help me Leo, if I can’t get this off you’re waking up tomorrow morning with purple face stripes!”

He stormed out of the room to wash his face and Leo didn’t say what he was thinking, namely: 'That’ll be an improvement.'

He was about to go back on his Yappi Yokai page but put his phone down when Raph got his attention, by sternly (but kindly, like he always talked to Leo now) saying: “Leo, do you really think it's a good idea to go to Hueso’s?”

"Sure it is big guy!” Leo casually replied with a big smile. “Gotta stretch these legs of mine, I’m going stir crazy sitting around Draxum’s all day.”

“But you can barely walk, and what if someone takes a flash photo?”

"Relaaax Raph, you worry too much. Hueso put up those flash photo signs, the disclaimer's pinned to the top of my YY page, and he promised to remind everyone twice before I get there. Besiides, what's the worst that can happen? A headache, maybe a micro seizure? I get over those lickety split, and Mikey’s coming with me. We’ll go through Draxum’s portal, smile for a few fans, grab our zas, and get home, five minutes, tops.”

Leo’s smile gradually fell as he watched Raph looking down at his phone uncomfortably, clearly wanting Leo to stay home, where he was safest, but also not wanting to deny his dying brother the simple pleasure of getting out to stretch his legs.

The conflicted look on his face and the silence prompted Leo to suggest: “Why don’t you come with us, big protector of mine?”

In the end, Leo’s cheeky grin and sparkle in his normally dull, tired eyes won out (yet again) and Raph agreed to go; which was fine by Mikey, who decided to stay home since he was all ‘fanned out’ because of getting swarmed when he went out earlier that day to pick up a few mystic seasonings for Leo’s food at a mystic mall in the Hidden City.

Once that was settled, Raph joined the group by sitting on the couch, along with Splinter who came in and promptly fell asleep against the arm of the couch after giving his ill son a hug, then Leo got back to his Yappi Yokai page.

After Mikey helped Leo go through the many posts on his wall to figure out who the winner was, he posted the new video with the caption:

‘Two twenty three pm. We have two bets for that time, one by @Unicornwithrainbowstripes love the name btw, your rainbow stripes are gorgeous, and one by @Tigerinsheepsclothing, do you perm your wool or is it naturally that fluffy? The official winner is @Unicornwithrainbowstripes for posting her bet first, but I think 2nd place deserves a runner up prize, how about a medium super creepy supreme, Hueso? #Congrats #world's greatest pizza #gotta prank my twin #we still love you big guy’.

Leo made sure to tag the two winners and Hueso in his post and once again it was hit with dozens of replies right away; but the one that popped up pinned to the top was Hueso’s:

‘Only for you, pepino. Glad to hear you’re having another good day. Congratulations to the winners, call at least 1h in advance to order your pizza’

And he even added ‘#5 day streak’ to the end, which was unusual for the skeleton yokai - who only joined Yappi Yokai in the first place to keep in touch with his son, who moved away to be a doctor in another underground yokai city.

The 'bone man' restaurant owner likewise tagged both winners, and included a link to his yokai restaurant website that had the store’s phone number and address.

~A Few Hours Later~

Leo was still feeling good by five o’clock, so he was eager to leave for Hueso’s with his big brother. He put a quick post on his Yappi Yokai page, promising to post a few pictures after he ate, thanking them for their support and well wishes, and included another reminder about flash photography.

When he was done and put his phone down on the little table beside the couch where his plethora of meds were, grabbed his lightweight tech cane, and pushed off Mikey’s knee to slowly stand up on his two turtle feet.

Raph was standing in front of him, and when he saw Leo struggling to get all the way up he put his hands out to help, but stopped himself when Leo smiled at him and said: “It’s ok, I got it.”

Raph kept his hands out, saying: “It’s not too late to back out.”

“No way! I’m not disappointing my fans and besides Tilly’s gonna be there, she’s picking up her winner’s pizza and I’m not missing an opportunity to get my picture with a rainbow unicorn!”

“You know unicorns aren't real and she’s just a zebra yokai who dyes her black stripes and wears a unicorn headband, right?” Donnie flatly asked from his spot at a worktable, tightening a bolt on a new tech something he was making, no doubt to help his ailing brother.

Leo scowled at his twinsie and barked in reply: "Don't break my immersion, bro!”

Donnie put his tool down so he could make air quotes when he amused Leo by flatly replying: “Enjoy your photo with a ‘real unicorn',” and Leo smugly stuck his chin out with a grin and replied: “Thank you, I will," before walking beside Raph to the portal Draxum opened for them.

Before they stepped through, Draxum looked down at Leo and said: “Donatello and I will be joining you for your family pizza meal.”

Leo’s whole face lit up with a beaming smile and a sparkle in his eyes at that unexpected remark, and he exclaimed: “Aw really!?” Then he looked at Donnie with his big smile when his twin told him: “Yeah, you’ve been so well the past five days we caught up on everything.”

“Can we eat it in the living room too and watch Jupiter Jim!?” Leo enthusiastically asked, still with that twinkle in his eyes.

“You can’t watch JJ dummy, because of the flashy parts,” Donnie reminded him.

“Oh right,” Leo replied; but he was still smiling and asked: “What about eating in the rec room at the lair all together, like old times?” very hopeful his family would agree.

Raph opened his mouth to object: “I don’t know, Leo, what if something happens?” but his loving yokai dad came to the rescue when he said: “I can leave a portal open for that long, leading to the med bay. It will be no different than if we were here.”

Leo gave him an appreciative hug with: “Thanks, dad,” before looking at Splinter (who always seemed jealous whenever Leo referred to Draxum as ‘dad’) and shooting him his winning smile to say: “Love you, Pops.”

“I love you too Leonardo, stay safe.”

“Don’t worry Pops, Raph’ll make sure he stays save!” Mikey proudly replied with full confidence in their big brother.

Leo eagerly agreed: “Yeah, I’m always safe with my big bro around!” Then he patted Raph’s arm and said: “Let’s go, big guy,” but Raph put a hand out between Leo and the portal to stop him just before he stepped through, saying a firm but worried-sounding:

“Raph’ll go first, Raph gotta remind everyone to turn their flashes off.”

But Leo tugged on his hand and said in an eager, somewhat whiny voice: “Hueso texted me, he already did that, come oon, I don’t wanna miss my chance to get a picture with a unicorn!”

“Fine, but Raph’s going first,” his overprotective big brother grumbled in agreement, before stepping through Draxum’s portal.

Raph stepped out through into Run of the Mill, where Hueso was waiting for them at the back behind the tall bar counter in an ‘employees only’ section, which was the designated pick up location for any of the Hamato’s, because the counter separated them from any fans who were tempted to run up to them for an unsolicited hug or selfie with their hero.

When he stepped out, Raph kindly waved with a small (worried-looking) smile on his face for his adoring fans on the other side of the bar, who were stepping on one another to get as close as possible for a good photo or video.

Then he got out a kind-sounding: “Please remember, no camera flashes,” before Leo came through.

Next, the hero ninja red-eared slider stepped into the restaurant and there was a big cheer from the yokai who were eager to see their self-sacrificing, dying hero who trapped the krang back where he belonged.

Raph protectively put a hand on his little brother’s shoulder, nervous that the many yokai taking pictures would set off flashes of light and harm his younger brother.

But no such thing happened.

Leo entered the restaurant with a big wave and an equally big smile for his many fans who were dining there at the time (with even more at the front of the restaurant, behind a red velvet rope Hueso set up to stop anyone who didn’t have a reservation but came to see their heroes, so they wouldn’t disturb the paying yokai dining at the tables).

Next Leonardo did a few poses for the cameras with his (worried) big bro, some silly ones by himself, and of course some with Hueso thrown in the mix. When he was done that, Leo put his arm around his skeleton friend, and Hueso couldn’t help but notice that even with the cane he still leaned his weight on him like he needed extra support to keep him vertical.

But Hueso politely didn’t point this out and allowed Leo to lean as much weight on him as he needed, while wondering how much time his rapidly deteriorating turtle customer/friend had left (something Leo didn’t share with anyone outside his family) and telling him: “It’s good to see you, pepino.”

Leo gave Hueso his winning smile that filled the bone yokai’s heart with both fondness and a deep sadness at the same time.

“It’s good to see you too, bag of bones! How are you so skinny when you own a pizza joint? Afraid to eat your own food?" Leo joked. That got a laugh from Hueso and then he continued: "You gotta come back for another game of poker! Donnie totally cheated last time, we gotta teach him a lesson!”

"Ha!” Raph blurted out. "You’re one to talk, I caught you switching cards with Mikey under the table!”

His younger brother grinned at him and kept his arm around Hueso’s shoulders, resting a little more of his weight on the skeleton yokai so he didn’t have to sit down yet, and he said: “And we both still lost to Dee! Proof positive he’s the biggest cheater of us all!” He looked at Hueso and added in an cheerful tone that almost made the bone man want to break down and cry: “Whaddaya say, ol’ bonsie?”

“Name the day and I’ll be there, pepino,” Hueso fondly agreed.

“Sooner’s always better for me, what about tomorrow night?” Leo told him with a big grin on his pale face.

“I’ll make it work,” the busy, wildly successful business owner replied.

Raph worried even more when he saw that Leo was relying a little too much on leaning against Hueso to stay upright and that sweat was beading on his head - like he was overexerting himself just standing there - so he kindly but tensely asked: “Uh, Hueso, are those pizzas ready?”

At that moment, a server came out of the kitchen with a pile of pizza boxes that she laid on the counter, and Hueso said: “Ah, here they are now, hot and fresh,” with a smile.

Raph didn’t return Hueso’s smile, instead he addressed Leo by anxiously saying: “It’s time for us to go, bud.”

“And miss the opportunity to get my picture with a unicorn!? No way!” Leo blurted out.

“Alright Leo, but would you at lest sit?” his worried big brother requested.

Instead of sitting, Leo took his arm off Hueso and handed him his cane while leaning over the counter (putting his weight on that instead of the skeleton yokai) scanning the front of the restaurant for Tilly.

Leo ignored Raph’s: “Woah, careful there buddy,” Hueso’s: “I can have my staff look for her, if you like,” and the cameras and cell phones shoved in his face from excited yokai right on the other side of the bar, to settle his eyes on what looked like a striped, thick, curled rainbow mane sticking out among the many yokai heads at the front of the restaurant.

Leo leaned more of his weight over the counter so he could raise his hand up high in a big, wide wave, as he called out: “Tilly! Is that you!?”

But then he got Raph really worried, along with Hueso and his star-struck fans, when his loud exclamation was followed by a fit of coughing.

Because of his coughing, Leo didn’t hear or see when Tilly pushed ahead through the crowded front to the red velvet rope and waved at him while calling back, “Yeah, Leo it’s me!”

The ill slider accepted his big brother’s help when he put both hands on the sides of his shell underneath his arms, to hold up his weight, and he looked closely at Leo’s face for any signs of blood while tenderly saying in a worried tone: “Alright buddy, you pushed yourself a little too hard. Is there any blood this time?”

“No, but I outta sit,” Leo replied.

“I’ll get you a chair, pepino,” Hueso offered, but before he took two steps away Leonardo told him: “No need skully man, Don got me covered, hand over my cane.”

Hueso gave Leo his cane, he clicked a button on the side to activate the tech inside, and the simple blue cane transformed into a chair with a back, arms, and even a cushioned seat for Leo to sit on - looking like it was way too big and heavy to fit inside a simple, lightweight walking cane, like Donnie’s impossibly futuristic high tech was prone to do.

Some of the yokai crowded around the bar leaned over the counter with their arms stretched out, phones in hand, wanting to get good pictures and videos of Leonardo sitting in the cool tech Donatello made for him. Until Hueso sternly shooed them away, ordering them to stay behind the bar or get escorted back to their table.

After catching his breath, Leo asked: “Is that Tilly?”

Hueso checked and when he saw the rainbow zebra he recognized with bright, rainbow stripes in place of her black ones, and a thick, sparkly purple headband adorned with a likewise sparkly white unicorn horn, he replied: “Yes, pepino, she’s the zebra who won your bet,” making Leo replied with an incensed: “She’s no zebra, she’s a unicorn!”

Hueso ordered his staff to let Tilly in, and she was led to the back of the restaurant, where Leo was. He smiled up at her while Hueso opened the bar door to let her in, and she smiled back at Leo, telling him in an apologetic tone: “I tried to be here but they wouldn’t let me in the restaurant because I’m here for takeaway. Do you mind if I take a video?”

She held up her phone and Raph looked down on it nervously, but Leo happily replied: “Only if you don’t mind if I take pictures!”

Tilly smiled and began recording, but she kept her distance, afraid she would be pushing the boundaries if she got too close to earth’s greatest hero, who was looking very fragile and sickly for someone who battled the supremely powerful krang only a few short months ago. But Leo was having none of that, and he gave her a great big smile and stretched his arms out while telling her: “Get over here! I always wanted to hug a real life unicorn!”

Tilly approached but hesitated on that hug, noticing how much sicker Leo looked in person compared to his photos, but Leo emphatically reassured her: “You’re not gonna break me, I got a hard shell, see?"

He knocked a couple of times on his stiff plastron with a big smile and put his arm out again while happily exclaiming: "Get in here!” And Raph instructed: “Be gentle,” to Tilly, who showed beyond any doubt who her favoritest hero was when she handed her phone out to Raph and asked: “Do you mind getting a video of us?”

Raph graciously took the camera while mumbling (with a smile): “I guess we know who’s someone’s favorite."

As Tilly gave her dying ‘superhero’ a hug, Leo joked to Raph: “I’m everyone’s favorite,” and playfully stuck his tongue out at his big brother before making a couple of silly faces as a fun little surprise for Tilly to find when she watched her video.

After that, Leo squeezed Tilly's face close to his so they were cheek-to-cheek, and held out his cell phone while giggling and saying to himself: “I can’t believe I’m getting a selfie with a unicorn!”

Leo made sure to get lots of pictures of him and the ‘magical rainbow unicorn’ for his Yappi Yokai wall (and for himself) and when it was time to go, he asked Tilly to share her video with him so she promised to tag him when she posted the whole thing on her Yappi Yokai page.

After saying their goodbyes, Leo slowly pushed himself up off his chair, but this time when his legs began trembling he accepted help from Raph to get all the way up on his feet, before pressing the button to transform his chair back into a cane.

But despite their fears and objections, Leo wouldn’t let Raph or Hueso help him walk to the portal. So Hueso settled for staying close to the sick slider in case he needed assistance, while Raph grabbed the stack of pizzas and waited for Leo to safely go through in front of him.

Just before stepping through the glowing magenta portal in front of his face, Leo looked at his fans to give them one final smile and wave, and Hueso put his arms around him when he noticed Leo’s knees were trembling under the weight of his own body.

Raph didn’t see the trembling because of the tall stack of pizzas obscuring his view, but he did see that Hueso stepped through the portal with Leo, and the overprotective big brother was quick to go through behind them.

As soon as Leo got to the other side, despite Hueso's help his legs gave out on him, but Draxum was right there and caught him in his arm.

Leo smiled up at his dad, saying: “Nice catch, goat man.”

"Leo!” Mikey, April, Casey, and Splinter all cried out unanimously while running to his side; and the worried Hueso stepped away to give them room as Raph came through.

“Are you ok, pepino?” Hueso asked in concern. Draxum sat Leo on the couch, and he smiled up at Hueso to say: “Yeah I’m fine, it happens sometimes.”

After that, Hueso said his goodbyes to Leo and his family to give them time together, and left through the portal that Draxum shut behind him. Once he was gone, Raph scolded: “I told you that would be too much!” but sounding far more worried than angry.

Then Leo wiggled to sit back against the big arm of the couch with his feet up on the cushion and grabbed his blanket to throw over his lap while telling Raph: “Aw c’mon big guy, I didn’t do anything but sit and smile for the cameras. This happens sometimes, you know that. Crack open that pizza and I’ll be as right as rain!”

“Aren’t we going to the rec room?” Mikey asked in a disappointed tone of voice.

Draxum shot him a stern look and told him: “Leonardo is in no shape to get up from the couch, we will eat in here.” But his composure relaxed and he rolled his eyes when Leo’s smile got bigger as he ‘poked the goat’ by exclaiming: "Wooow! Pizza in the living room, supper in my bedroom, and now takeout with the whole family in your immaculate lab!? A turtle could get used to this treatment! How’s about that cigar you promised?”

“You promised Leonardo he could smoke a cigar!?” Splinter angrily snapped. But instead of replying, Draxum merely groaned while Leo snickered, deciding to keep that little joke between the two of them from the day Leo playfully asked for a foot massage and cigar but Draxum dryly joked in reply that he drew the line at foot massages.

Next the ill slider gave his goat dad a mischievous grin, saying: “You already brought the couch into the med bay, what’s so bad about moving it once more?”

Once again Draxum groaned, but a few minutes later a big, magenta portal opened in the rec room of their lair home, with Draxum and Raph carrying the large, cumbersome couch in through and Leo happily riding on top, playfully barking out orders like he was a king in his chariot.

And they spent the next two hours hanging out all together, happy and laughing and carrying on just like old times.

Chapter 22: Flash Photography

"They act like a flash of light is gonna kill me or something, but it just gives me a headache for a couple of hours.”

'And puts you at risk for a seizure!"

"Just a little one, that's why they're called micro seizures!"

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